The Chaos of my Being
It will take a million lifetimes wondering
how on earth I let you take 'me' from myself&?
You came with the sound of oars
on the tide of the evening sea wind
I was getting along very nicely
until you stuck your oar in me&.
Reigning my thoughts
Ruling my heart and soul
Dominating my head constantly
Disturbing the balance of my nights and days
You became the chaos of my being&
I want you to take your oar back from 'me'
for I can't imagine myself without 'me'
you have to go back where you came from
to your ocean, to your being
on the same tide of the evening sea wind
to be reigned again by the self in me
Could you do this for me&?