A cruel place, my mind.
A vivid day dream
Of how my daily life
Is it real if it exists in your mind?
Sparring with the outside reality
A dormant volcano
That never finished
Is it real if it only exists in your mind?
King Solomon orders the baby split,
I relinquish It
The relief of welcome despair
It is real now that it isn’t confined to my mind.
It floods my entire being, despair
It hurts so good.
Then takes its exit.
Then resolution for the mind, for the soul.