won't you please, please help me?;
I'm trapped in a mind,
washed up in substances meant to leave it behind,
stuck stringing camels through the eye of a needle,
frantic with anger at cosmos-willed windmills,
pre-occupied (tromping) on lilies of the field,
yea, sitting in judgement on the lion and lamb,
poetically cloaking my own libertine ways,
striving to pin down every 'if," every 'ant,'
squabbling over fish scraps to fatten my ego,
struck by the thunder of hideous memories,
Oh!,
struggling to make a forest out of a city of trees!
