the outrageous fortune
that stirred me about
in this mess of swill
I call my life
I cannot explain
it just appears
on the page
for the amazement of all
don't make lite
of what you don't understand
be more lenient
and open your mind
for what I say
I really don't mean
or is it the other way round
I don't say
what I really mean
thoughts twist me about
into an unreal mess
I have to hold on
in this unholy tryst
to be is not a thought
but an act of will
the only reality
that keeps me still