My mind, I now see, plays tricks on me...
It won't let me agree...
I say two, it tells me three...
Beyond the woe, I cannot see...

I walk a straight line, yet it's truly a curve...
I don't know the date, it won't let me observe...
I'd get upset, but it deprived me of nerve...
It taunts me with a verve I don't deserve...

I drank with a man who seemed fine and fair...
Until I noticed he wasn't there...
To question it, I no longer dare...
Of empty space, I must beware...

I'm seeking singularity...
To escape this vulgarity...
Will I ever find such verity?
A sturdy grasp on clarity?

Mirrored games it did imply...
The sun as water, the ground as sky...
I grow weary of what I can't defy...
My world is gone, it's much too sly...

Goodbye, myself, goodbye...

frank