Mauric

I woke up this one morning

and heard my muses mourning

in my little bed.

„Hello there, sleepy stranger,

come close, embrace the danger.“

Reality said.

 

I rubbed my eyes, then saw the daylight.

What a pretty but very grey sight.

Another chance I blew

had waited just behind the corner.

What had been good now is former.

Reality, I’m new.

 

She laughed hard and drained my nerves,

with her sexy, thrilling curves

dived into my sanity.

The witch revealed more, I just sighed.

She asked me once and I replied.

“Beats me ’gain, Reality.”

 

Head over heels, I slipped her chain

with a quiet girl partly insane

and there was her ghastly grin.

Four times and still at the outset.

Reality pointed out that

I should have tried aspirin.

 

Thus, I fought and built my dam

against myself and all of them.

Reality, here I am.

It worked well for several years.

One bad move – the witch appears

and pulls out my fragile stem.

 

But the evening came, this time quite early

and calmed down my shattered mind.

Muses snuggled up to me and I felt their lips.

A bunch of small ants partied in my fingertips.

A mixture of shame, joy and excitement –

my life I had shyly declined.

 

So I’m taking it easy, still hearing her growl.

A little step back means seeing your goal

and it does seem so clever.

Life’s just a game we have to play

and I’ve got two words left to say.

“Reality? Whatever.”