The final right turn
The final right turn (03-06-2021)
It’s hard to be right. It is a lot of heavy work. And not many people are capable of this. Sometimes, I try to overpower myself, but then I still return to my usual leftism. Into my usual swamp of truth and lies, good and evil, that are so intertwined that they have long lost their face. And I can’t tell which one is which. (pause with commas and check also out my music and book)
I used to left-turn
The whole my life
I’ve tried left-discern
My inner burn-strife
The right and the wrong
Have which, set on fire
My world to belong
Exposing to dire
And thrilled over all
My left-turn decisions
That nether were wrong
Or right mindless visions
Thus desperately looking
Towards turning right
I want start unhooking
The poles, I might
Discern noble-ugly
My face melted in
The wrong, shining lovely
The right, frozen keen
I gather what’s left
The remnants, my life
Has ended up, cleft
From inner burn-strife…
I am, so much tired
To live, rightly-wrong
I’m gonna make, fired
The final right turn