as I reflect
on disconnect
I see that I was screaming
for way way far
past suns and stars
that dominated dreaming
so here’s the deal
the feeling’s real
I’m happy as elected
but here’s the crux
the wheel’s in flux
dark nights have me infected
with all the earth
the gold the dirt
I just cannot connect it
but this is true
I’ve paid my due
now perfect imperfected
a thousand times
I wrote these lines
but never any clearer
I play the game
she lights the flame
she beckons me draw nearer
to suffer spark
I have the mark
of one with just temptation
the feeling’s deep
the walls might creep
but so does the negation
I best sum up
I drink my cup
I drink it like it’s cola
I take a leaf
from my own grief
the disconnect is over