Another Life of Forms

The spiritual world is not real But psychological defence I know it brings relief and heal To a certain kind of extence But I stand by formal reality Forms make the content real Otherwise no personality Can appear and appeal I don’t argue the fantasy Its great to have some mysteries But it’s a play of fancy A comprehensive bliss We quite enjoy and treasure Still that desire burns I need the formal measure Another life of forms That once have turned to dust The same genes combination Can it revive my past Break through the circulation? I’m tired of rituals to repeat I want to make it clear The only thing I need Is time, when you were here I’m dreaming of release Its natural to think and say Come down to me, please And take me straight away.