THE ROAD MOST TRAVELLED.

I drink and I piss and I drink,
Best drink my own piss then I think.
I eat till I puke then I eat,
And sweep it away from my feet.
I wake then I sleep till I wake,
Best hope that my cycle don’t break.
I dress then disrobe to address,
And pray that my words still impress.

I lie then I rise then a lie,
Pretending I’ve somewhere to fly.
I leave to return to relieve
Myself of the patterns I weave.
I learn to unlearn what I’ve learned,
And remember again who was burned.
I ask that you answer my asking
Without all the tape and the masking.

I roll back the rock of my role,
And run from the mouth of its hole.
I give what I took from our gifts
To the entities sealing our rifts.
I fall then I rise from the fall,
And realise I know nothing at all:
I lived and I died to relive
The actions of those still active.