The Gate of Spiritual Beings

under the watchful eye of a mounted guard

just wasting my time, a little bit on my porch

waiting for friends to drop by to "talk the situation over"

I will lift up my eyes to the hills

reaching higher level

writing down memory lane. . .what is actually going on?

I don't know any more what to do and what to say

As it seems they are against me

I went back inside in my dusty room and sit down in the corner

and stare against the wall

my thoughts running through my head. . .where is the solution

I can't live longer with all this

then I think how about some tea with honey, I think that's a brilliant idea

I fill up a hot cup of tea in my Irish mug,

grandmother gave me to carry on her legacy

keeps me calm and centered and then I will find a solution

I knew I reached a level of fire, and it burns

so much desire to create and be free

some shit needs to happen

to make my little world a better place

TBC...