Mystery Tour

I want to curse at confusion
and spit in the eyes of lies.

My screaming heart
can’t see through the pitch blackness
of this misguided tour.
Honesty lies somewhere
between my dreams and wishes.
Reality knows no such resident.

Can the aching
of my love for truth
ever be quenched?
Will I forever be damned
to these twisted halls
of frustration?
Will my hands
ever be washed clean
from the excrement
you heartlessly cram
down my throat?

All I ever wanted
was to know in my heart
the song of purity
and untainted reality.

Is there ever such a thing
as a key to unlock
the mystery of the ages?

6-9-92