Karma
My karma
is to write with blue water
and to burn on a stake,
old and stubborn.
His karma
is to sell illusions
and to die young.
Your karma is to be a winner,
and then, you’ll no longer be
the Unknown Man,
they will call you
the White Shogun
and you will rule a kingdom.
Never alone.
And I will still be writing
blue on white.
Karma never changes.
Copyright © Mandy Bennett | Year Posted 2005
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