The Mystical Master’s Mind

Looking down from 10 miles high

The Mystical Master just rolls on by

With a voice more shrill than the loudest cry

Speaking of truth and still they deny,

Sometimes these answers to questions I can't see

Even when they're sitting right next to me

Is this why they say tragedies happen in threes?

Then I’ll take my chances up in the trees

The Mystical Master descends upon a misty hill

Absorbs all the emotion until he's had his fill

Remembers heartbreak and feels the chill

Of an existence where there are no thrills,

Life to those with a sympathetic sigh

Death to those who exist only to defy

To know all the answers might as well be a spy

Why is there distance between you and I?

The Mystical Master says death by a thousand choices

Better than a life with internally insane voices

No doubt that the mad man rejoices

While inconvenient truth annoys us,

Forensically speaking from an unholy vantage point

With the savage facts I will anoint

For I am the Mystical Master and I will often disappoint

Try not to get your nose out of joint,

You might have the luxury of paying your bills

Or maybe perhaps dying by an opioid pill

The ground has a way of making you still

Better than being a treasonous shill,

It is here you may find the Mystical Master’s mind

Wisdom that could only belong to the divine

Just for once letting wisdom shine

At the final supper ye shall dine,

If the Mystical Master should feel so inclined

Unclean spirits in the gold mine

Was it all predestined by design?

Flying ahead but looking behind,

The women will leave like they always do

While the men rarely have a clue

Tears falling like morning dew

Love only endures with a chosen few.