Might

Its the day
the hour

Its the month of May

The pleasure and might
the jury and, but, despite ..
with all the philandering,
the unrest at bay

Reflections,
I died a hundred times
till I lived just to be okay

Fond of tests, I'm not you'll see
I have come abandoning
many a ships
and yet, I'm dreamt to flee

Beyond the dates
the calendar may look bland,
without the dates memorized
you'd need a helping hand,
and with the memory grazing
you'll see the time passing through
hapless hands

When you're not sure

of your existence, how do

you challenge soomething

that is true

Something erractic
recurringly sporadic

But since when do we believe

in things we would, could never do

I never gave it up

since I gave it for keeps to you,

the keys are no longer

mine, the urge is my ryhthym divine ...