Patience and All His Friends

your sorrows learned to swim bailing the water from the sinking boat you stand in your short skirt (metaphor) you make of it what you will against the rising tide of emotion wisdom comes slowly time smokes cracks the pipe upstream you swim like sperm the odds are astronomical inside your head the intruders wage war, yes war one they can not win in the upper reaches of your thinking patience friends entertain you some say, wisdom says that the road is narrow and that the road to hell is lined with good deeds I no longer believe in any of that. Most of what religion has to offer, so to speak, is a delusion. Time waits for no one, usually wisdom comes with patience and all his friends. sometimes you think it is a diversion or an illusion but the knowledge of what is deep inside your soul keeps you from giving up from rotting decaying is a different matter alltogether