No Solace

The libido fucked the heart from the start,
twisting and distorting a sweet unknown.
Oh, how modern. Oh, how you've forgotten
to churn the sea within your leaky tub.

Isn't it funny how the liver can
sometimes be the source of raw emotion?
The real natural intellectual must see
through the muck with a detached clarity.

When a world of hurt overpowers you
and there is no solace to find within
the selfish sun or the impatient moon-
we will still have our dreams to turn into.

Dreaming everyday is more than it is
all cracked up to be. Practice makes perfect.
A closeness to this dream is a bright light-
some are blinded, some walk with the path lit.

How do we stop this accelerating?
This ride doesn't require explanation,
yet we lash out for something essential-
hoping to simply transcend decision.

When a world of hurt overpowers you
and there is no solace to find within
the selfish sun or the impatient moon-
we will still have our dreams to turn into.

RwmG