I can appreciate the blues
For the blues is real,
Am I the untroubled student in this realm?
My heart is bound to different territories
Whenever I love, I love for real;
How is this a term of endearment,
The writing on the wall that turns to the sky?
I shall say yes to every realm
Though my heart is full of joy!
Is sex the term that philosophy speaks
When all is endearing to the soul?
Do I have to lay in a dirty bed
Just to get clean?
Lights fall upon my head
In a vibrant dream,
And the pain is psychedelic!
I want to hide my dreams in a pen...
Who needs some wretched paper
To diffuse the wench?
For a wench is nothing but a wretched dream!
Shall I commit adultery in my everyday life
When I\'m not even married?
The forces of labor just let me be...
I wonder if I am a soul at all,
For my soul is my soul
And I am a person...
I am a soul
And my soul is a person,
Do you see the confusion that binds me here?
I am bound to lose control!
The brilliance of a flower hits me where it hurts
Do you bind me to insane penitentiaries?
For I am bound to prison for life!
The illusion is shattered
And I want my soul back!
Kiss me briefly on my body parts
And tell me if it is art,
I want to wildly chase you...
Oh the grievance of the night
Is a common occurrence,
Do you love me for my shattered lace?
My dress is embodied by the death of Seymour...
Who is Seymour?
I don\'t know.
So does it end here,
The weirdness of my mind?
How pathetic is this poem?
Yet it is one of a kind!
Please embrace my mind
For I am a unicorn
Running through the flowers of love!