Sesame

Cold days in the wake of turning 3 Mother's hunch is to flee, duck beneath the iron sheet Luck had it grass was green and the soul was free, or so it seemed Open seed, open book, open sesame Go follow dreams, meet destiny Travel, no rest, go west Momma knows best Got the focus and a lot to forget Pops now short of breath Taught him that if anything is testament to success It's the evidence of progress Wonder what's next, only what we make it 15 years still my thoughts lay naked in this cosmic basement All of y'all can taste it, touch it The fibre of my being for consumption Still it ain't enough, like that ain't nothing Proceed to keep the blood pumping by administering off-jumpings Last guardian of sanity: pre-emptive therapy for self-destruction Beat death narrowly at every junction Seduction is outrageous My whole damn life documented in the pages No man writes for the pleasure It's the pain that needs draining Like a cloud when it's raining The howl of the wailing