God once told me
life was a spiritual experience
then carelessly
made me hungry for women
power
fame
easy street was the only imaginable way
the only justification for little boy
and fully grown man of this artificial Earth
where sooner than later senses overload
made wheel of fortune spin out of control
and future
one after another
collapsed into procession of helpless memories
chaos seems
the only order inside the corrupt machine of fate
I am facing it
with that shameless smile as I over and over
am born to sentence of life after life
death after death
usual endings
new beginnings
all to a lonely rhythm of time that drags me down
under delicate surface of sanity
God
never enough of it to free the light
I was supposed to become by nature
but thank you
so sweet is the feeling at the base of the spine
being born again
living dead again
hurts every thought and its consequence
time to go
a man
into a nightmare
and fall through the ages
stone thrown at the ocean
I sink into another predictable depth
no gravity
just density of pain