LONG GONE, MY WILL

My will
doubts of itself
an' lives on a shelf
and still
after all these years
drunken with tears
you can hear it cry
"May I?"
instead of "I will!"

Am I paranoid?
Do I need
to read
Freud?

I feel
as someone who came
in this world with shame
yet who is to blame?

My will
doesn't care about love
'n' about the sky above
doubt is its faith
but is that my fate
wait & wait & wait?

I am cursed
and I believe not
that I can be nursed
I do think a lot
oh me oh my will
why do you rot?


26/05/06