I’d no say
On the day I was born
Stars aligned
Hand of design
Drew me faintly
And fire burned
As water churned
The mystical notion
Of understanding
What I ask
Am I to know?
Seeds I sow
Break below
And prickly heat
Scratches away
Play
And no sense
Only pretence
Guides the parade
Voices made
I hear
Loud and clear
What I’m to say
Gestures I may
Introduce
To fit in
To win
But the day I was born
I mourned
The release
Of all this shit
For all I am loaned
Is known
In the passing breeze
