Great Myths

A Renaissance man I might have been

Not recognizing what world I’m presently in

Not knowing what I’m doing, is that such a sin?

Instincts speaking louder than next of kin,

Requiem for creation it might seem

Cruising through this life of confusing dreams

The illusions that want to make you scream

Delivered by their holographic beams,

Life has become such a fragile thing

On auto pilot seems more alluring

Reaching out for that brass ring

Tempted by another carnal fling,

Are you going to lie to me once again?

Haven’t had the truth since I can remember when

Just one trustworthy friend?

I’m sensing the downward trends,

Must I die on some hill right here?

After all I’m captive in this biosphere

The absence of violence seems a bit queer

Anticipation becomes a source of fear,

What did I do to deserve such betrayal?

Seems I stepped on another rusty nail

My Dear your face is turning so pale

Rest assured I know you’ll bail,

In the final analysis I knew him well

Always was able to cast a spell

Can you hear the echoes from the wishing well?

Great myths are never really dispelled.