Let Me Be

How can I scratch an itching in my brain

An energy built from too much thinking

Teach me the way of impossibility

Then I’d understand all that I can do.

Deception has clouded my mind

A system of ‘this is how to do it’, my guiding star

A frustration of disillusion

An ‘impress me’ for you.

I live to see my liberation,

Released from its hibernation

Who has repressed me but ‘You’

‘You’ who have dwelt in my itching head.

A twitch that makes me see

The real exposition of me.

How can you ever understand my ‘bouquet of junketed words

When all I do enjoy is an inking from my twitching arm.