I can afford to be gracious Now that blood is dripping Down my arms Washing away the time Between this world And the next And I float On a sea of endorphins Mother Nature’s painkillers No longer drowning In the depths of my mind Under sorrow Under stress Under obligation I can smile now And laugh for the audience White cotton cloths Slowly seeping red Until I am alone again And they are removed Dams burst wide open Pouring rivers of salt Washing away dust And filth and painAnd I can see clearly That this…  Was a horrible mistake.