Was I a coward?
Was I afraid of pain?
No I had become the pot of pain
And became bored of pain
Did the noose check by?
Yes he did?
Did I consent?
Of course No
Recently I have enjoyed these trips
Trips between realms
Where the devil loves
And scorpions kiss
Where the lads are eternally cheerful
And the Sun doesn’t burn
Sometimes I go too far in my sojourn
People say I talk to myself
I know am not mad
I haven’t taken off my clothes in public yet
But I smile too much at nothing that I see clearly
Every day I take this trip
Sometimes I bribe my way back to my soul
Sometimes I almost never came back
For herein lie waiting whips for me
I have waited too long for hope
So I decided to go and meet hope
Then one day I traveled
Sailed seven seas of milk
It rained honey
And I saw an economy like no other
This day I had traveled too far
Just too far
And never found my way back.
