Rye Must Die



And so I drew a heavy sigh
at the thought of wanting to die
in the War that would end all wars
but instead granted with life's daily chores


I miss the shore of blue staring at noon
early morning pawned in a polluted lagoon


Of this and that from day to day
I must say it pays to be human every other day
while laying your soul to rest
the bleeding pump in your chest
releases into a fiery glow
finally One with the Sun don't you know


With everything said
I took a piece of bread
noticing that the rye was dead
fed off of death yet never ceasing in breath


The Path before me was before me indeed
the seeds of the future lie fully in breed
and in thought and deed his life was pure
thanks to the Gods everlasting cure


Morning and night
beauty and fright
the plight of madness in the absence of might
the endless fight
to free oneself from the shackles of habit
hopping like a bunny rabbit
merrily in tune
with the sparkling blue lagoon