just struggling, stumbling
to find some redemption.
I go by myself.
and some talking heads,
outside my own mind.
my foundations,
– oh betrayers!
they all: cheated on me.
I lay on the ground now,
and I long to find redemption.
I keep wondering if
it is redemption
that will find me, instead.
I will keep punching,
taking the punch
and by foot, by hands
I build this path
and forward I go.
and may I foresee
– oh, dirty angel
that I will become the phoenix myself?

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.