The space in here
it is not clear
though she says
it’s clarity
My mind is fog
for this is wrong
though she says
it’s sanity
I hear a siren’s call
– or a fire alarm?
as she sings
it’s raining men
If she’s a storm
I wish to be her wind
though she says
such wish is sin
If I fall in
I know I’m fucked
though she jokes
you’re just a crook
It’s just a test
as she laughs at me
now she says
suffering need not be
If happiness is mind
I generate it from within
now she sings
the world is yours to win
Oh! Elusive happy mind!
on what do you depend?
now she jokes
it’s in your head!
The space in here
it is not clear
though she says
it’s clarity
My mind is fog
for this is wrong
now she begs
oh just kiss me!
The Halfwit Writer 