Mystic flux

It's like a dream cycle Dark voice telling me I will fail How can I succeed? A loser like me Look at all these pretty things just don't look too close They show the facade of the wizard for what it is A farce,

Some memories from the past return unbidden A neighbourhood, a place, a thought. I didn't realize Mount Pleasant Cemetery was so close, never made the connection, I wonder if she misses it dearly

Mixed emotion tension spirit Start an idea, full of promise Side tracked and distracted and looped and refracted But now again the importance appears Of being me and forgetting my fears I am the one, I have the plan I will succeed people have come and people have gone The ones I need will carry on The vision the vision is sound and true The effort immense from this day hence A burden to share with those who have found me A joy and a legacy for all who add their voice A new direction, in success we'll rejoice

Time has come to move along, so many times the same old song This time it's a new refrain,  I swear, some things have changed I sit here in my leather club chair, beaten and battered but I don't care Writing more of my beloved trite rhymes, savouring glasses of cheap red wine Now it's time to bring to a close my silly vain attempt at prose but I sit in this chair that I've wanted so long and know that my life had been lived oh so wrong Poor meter sublime and sentiment cheaper than wine Goodbye Bye Bye