So

So untidy, this kitchen sink
So this is how my life can look
So profound a disarray, I can not think
So trapped on my psychological hook

so were the enamel plates in the room
so unwashed and everywhere
so scattered, like a fate that draws doom
so deaf my head, my heart so aware

So the falling rose, so the standing tree
so hopeful but was shattered by an illusion
so confused I thought that I was free
so desperately I now cling to my vision

so I have an axe, I so want to grind
so I face the sun but walk in trepidation
so will a future of wealth liberates ties that bind ?
so to a life of final damnation

1992