You stuck to me like a plague
the bump of the pest you could have been
spread and spin your net
stuck and imprisoned in the spell of voodoo

disgusting stench from down the cave
this breeze will derange my thoughts
all this effort in vain
the tower of might wages reward

this game too long wasted time
to be my own master i’m prepared
normal but not sure what it is
only seeing one face in the mirror

stumbling like a child
the air of life equal
pleasing but not begging and not praying
to let what is just mine

the shadow not caused by the sun
he recognised and asked the question
if he stays or lets loose
for an answer i’m still waiting