It seems a century since last

my universe spins round too fast

to stop and take a hold its turn 

would cast my soul to hell to burn

Too many cooks have stirred this brew

in wrapped in knots

i must undo

Not one by one

but by the sack

problems are mounting on my back

It seems my strength 

within

will out

appears my only real way out

deaf dumb and blind

wise monkey I

must bite might tongue

and pay in kind

awaiting moments

that give pleasure

sifting throuogh junk

and finding pleasure xx