I am very reluctant.
That is not unique.
To look into life's
Mysteries of the World,
That we know well,
Be it great Heaven
Or one of Hell.
Perhaps I will never know
And will soon amaze
The way of life
That has gone away.
My mind is running away from me.
I think I need a pre frontal lobotomy.
Thoughts that are stuffed in every place,
Wedged in cracks or any empty space.
I need some time. Time to think
Or I may have to turn to drink.