Ian Petch Poet Lyric

In Spirit

Numb and displaced
The spiritual wraith
I see my mind
Because they see inside

Reflections of none
Only what belongs
I see their lies
Only because I’m disguised

It’s the riddles I love
The complex above
Skies of my care
Where what’s normal is rare

I decide what I am
Dust, rain or sand
The mirage in my dreams
Where I hold all the keys

There’s no evil or good
Only what I can love
Come lust, pain or death
It captures my breath

I am my mind’s eye
No words for my high
No law keeps my here
I’ve no conscience to clear

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