Allow a being into the bizarre world I have created
When my penance for being human
Has left me cold and my mind serrated
How could I allow myself?
Even the slightest expectations
That the emotions of a whimsical poet
Could ever be expressed openly
Outside a circle of ones cursed with the same peculiar traits
Or anywhere but crumpled yellowed paper
......
Allow a being into the bizarre world I have created
When my penance for being human
Has left me cold and my mind serrated
How could I allow myself?
Even the slightest expectations
That the emotions of a whimsical poet
Could ever be expressed openly
Outside a circle of ones cursed with the same peculiar traits
Or anywhere but crumpled yellowed paper
......