And am bereft of a reprise

And so my chemical activities

Bring on my demise

And knock upon the door

Of surreal ideals

Of trysts with a paranoid fringe

My fait is now sealed.

Slow down, crawl down

Lay this hammered head to rest

Once again I challenged

And once again I failed the test.

Am older now.

And still why do I search?

Find it necessary to visit

My past life’s tempting church.

And counting once again

The digits on a vigilant alarm clock

I question my morals

And an inability to stop.