I'm no Marvin Gaye

[Loki Wyrd]

A chill touch

Lies upon my back,

To my bewilderment,

And the delight of my imagination.

Though when I turn and look,

All I see is fake--

Not of this reality at all,

Just adding to the thrill

Of arranging my perceptions.

Always moving, always dancing

To a song of my own design.

 

Not a design of my perspective

Until it returns to the upright position.

In the meantime, I breathe heavy

To inflate my disposition

That always keeps me thinking

Why things go on

With the state of entropy

Still going strong.

My understanding was

When you expect the worse,

Nothing goes wrong.

So let's hurry up already,

And just get it on.