World wide crazy eyed
Over under thunder skies
Lost cause tempest tossed
outspoken broken martyr cross

Here I sit in this fit
Inside outer shoulder width
Fallen night left to fight
Forsaken; shaken in my right

Breaking up down the course
as they watch a running horse
All aligned with crooked ways
Bet my dimes on the gray

Track the moment second hand
Try to guess to understand
Where have all these causes got us?
What is the point to all the fuss?

(March 16th, 2018)