Not This Winter
No more Hawk dodging
No more black ice watching
No crippled broken me again
it's back to sea and sun and sin again
Time for the
Phantasmagorical
identity changing
consciousness raising
metamorphic
morphism
into the next me
whoever I may be
A trip earned in blood and tears
long overdue after hard striving years
my reward for surviving
the Reapers shears
because we've all been though it
from the fires of '68
to this questionable state
of spiritual bankruptcy
rampant hypocrisy
that we find ourselves lost in
With vile venom with hate and spin
while we try to get along
know what's right or wrong
being fearless, being strong
even when we don't belong
sure i've lost a few steps
but i've still got one left
that i'm taking contretemps.
Before my days are spent
because I don't think
they roll over
into the next life
or the next
It's another quest
another test
coming like a mystery guest
well well worth the risk
Copyright 2013
Marcus Stein