While I was in the midst of
Organizing my life
I realized I no longer had one
It was time to fix that!
Decorating the beautiful prison
That is my sanctuary
Making room for the piano
One less chair
For no one to sit on
Climbing over a table
Of figments
Nothing can stop you
How many times do we
Tell the same story
Live the same breath
How much of it do we say
Out loud so that we can
Believe our own words
Like a hagiography
Tell the tale
Of true living
Love does not delight
In evil
© GÄ
Poétique 