In the middle of a normal day
I find everything so out of the way
Inside myself I am blank and nill
Wondering if I should take a pill.
It is outside of time and space
This reluctant child without a place
In retro glide I try to shine
Making a novella out of go to hell
In the midst of a mundane day
I find the extremem in an occult way
Chanting mantras of hindu words
Holding onto beads that have no worth
I find myself lost in a peculliar way
Never to return if I have my say.