all too soon

illusion drips from swollen sky
thunder crashes in the night
there’s no hope of staying dry
I shout a prayer, there’s no reply

poetry and visions creep
inside my brain that tries to sleep
shaking all of the beliefs
nothing sacred here for me

madness wanders to and fro
down this unsigned, dusty road
on my mind, this heavy load
intuition thick with mold

my third eye that’s partially blind
ghosts that hide here in plain sight
it could all work out just fine
if I open my heart and close my mind

another dance, another tune
another one of love’s buffoons
the calendar marks the month of June
it will be over all too soon