Lichens Of My Birth

Birth, A mysterious alias, Why would I want to extinguish your sigh, When brazen soars are eager to embrace you, oh my.

You force thousands of chariots Across my sequenced sky, Where love is best profane, A different rush within each dripping stain.

I live with million follies, Which makes the sin my friend, Knowing, that living as a vagabond requires no pretense, I am domesticated animal - hence!

I turn each page of my reality Without whisper, with solitude of pain, Where each dimmed candle keeps on burning The pros and cons of my dismay.

I love the heavens within hell, Mocking my birth like lichens, I brush my teeth for a new smile, I am here still, at least awhile.