Journey To Comedy

Too often I stumble. Too often a helix hangs heavily in the air I breathe. Yesterday I was two cloves of crushed garlic. Two days ago on the perpetual snowline I stood. Today I am a shriveled beetle or The beaten snake is me. Now and then I stand with an unlit candle. Without knocking darkness sneaks and extinguishes my lighted window. I am afraid I have to make a monster smile tomorrow! I will fear a melted sun two days later… But all these whisper to me; “But one thing is for sure… One day you will buy the sky And create a comedy with Shakespeare!”