Sometime my life is a crazy dream
where I see me so different from
myself as I am really, here,
while my days run forward I don’t know
Often I live into ill bad dreams
where my thoughts take up place of real things
and I try to be better with masks
indeed tributes to my narcissism
I would be better, I should be free
from my silly, so bad and false dreams.
I know whom I should be to be free.
Come soon, O Bone Jesu. Take me
November, 20th 2019
