Shade in the night

Black, white, gray.

Mix them if you may.

Life in a stray, another demented day.

Mind half cocked, you keep that shit locked.

Hold fast those thoughts, watching the world pass by, like programmed robots.

Silent and still, still feeling ill.

Thinking left, thinking right.

Just looking for that light.

Fist fight with yourself, it was never about the wealth.

Homeless at home, a dog with no bone, always alone.

The search for no master.

A caged, craving creature.

Becoming your own teacher, tipping the black beaker.

Still becoming weaker.