Gold upon the open stage.
Let me turn another page.
Walk I do with weighted yoke.
All this gold, the color of a JOKE.
Let me bury it in the ground.
Hide its glitter from the frown.
WHY ? This burden, in this life.
All it does, it gives me strife.
Let me shed this snakeskin.
I'm a prisoner of its mortal sins.
The lust it brings into my life.
Statue friends, with songs from the fife.
The snake shows its GOLDEN HEAD.
A SHEET OVER MY FACE IN A DEATH BED.
from my poem book - DREAMS 2