Spiritual Law

Two sides of the same coin,

can’t even afford tenderloin,

at the restaurant we went to,

but what else is new?

Whispers of the stock market crash,

trust too easily gives backlash,

falling endlessly,

in complacency.

See it from a new perspective,

if only I were more selective,

I could take a chance,

upon the nosedive I dance,

beneath the moonlight we stride,

amongst men of pride,

Break free of this comfort zone,

or else I’ll end up alone.

I’m too scared to leave this room,

Smoking upon a mushroom,

My name is not Alice,

but I still found the chalice,

it says “drink me”

but my anxiety

keeps me from intoxication

In fear of decapitation

I will not beg you to stay,

if you wish to leave,

then go your merry way,

A world of make-believe