It has happened again,
I have been approached by a ball of fire,
One of the stars, another moon,
another one from the seventh dimension,
I wonder why this happens to me,
How I am approached by the obscurities of the Unknown,
Of the wider universe,
With the grids, with the stars, with the trees, with flesh,
I seem to attract this,
This underworld, this psychadelic playground of uncertainty
Am I a home to those lost?
Or is it just comfortable sitting at the feet of the Wolf,
This absorption of all can be disorienting,
I was told fairytales as a child,
Today I call them lies, a fraudlent idea,
My every thought tainted,
I now rewrite the maps that were showed to me
Undoing every direction they plotted out,
They leave me for dead,
everytime.
Drained,
At times like this,
I wish my Mum had loved me,
Maybe then I could be like the rest of them,
Normal, even for split second,
Maybe I could breathe again.