Twirl until the world 

no longer has a hold on

you or your spirit 

The road, primrose lined

or less taken, still ends at

the same damn crossroads 

Sadness seeps in like

dank water in a basement

as flood waters rise 

Threadbare thinking caps

moulder in a corner no

longer in use here 

Diamonds are just stones

and gold just metal, but the 

heart is more than meat 

They refashioned your 

God in their own image, a 

rapacious old man 

The crow cackles as

it steals fire from the gods to

bestow on weak man