Waking

Waking Do you think about me when you drink wine? Do you think about me when you dine? Do you think about me to forget? Perhaps you think of me with regret? Do you miss the taste of my sweat? Do you miss that feel of wet? Do you miss the smell of my soul? Perhaps you miss the thrust of my whole? You pay homage to the queen you wish to be. You pay homage to the moment only you see. You pay homage to a time that might never be. You pay homage for your need to bleed. Explain to me why you’re filled with doubt Explain to me your ghostly shouts Explain to me why you cower to lies Explain to me your resistance to cry Explain to me your fear to feel Explain to me your loss of what’s real Explain to me why you so easily scare Explain to me your submission to fear You hide yourself to brave the storm You hide yourself to soak up the warm You hide yourself in self defeat You hide yourself as a means of retreat Look to truth through a liars’ eye Look at substance, forget the shy Look at extreme and follow its path Look to existence and welcome its bath Live life, for it’s far too short To deny its cause is to suffer its unrelenting discourse Bent are the minds that always know best For lost is the life when desires’ not met. Shun the eclipse of a saint’s hallowed theme. Lust is a moment, just welcome its scream Envision yourself as the saint of not And run to the light your journey bought.