your joie de vivre
annoys me
so fake
in that usual way
that comes with the territory
called mission

I’m not really sure
that I am one
for abundant living
whatever that is

I need a bit of mystery
to be plagued by doubts
to catch a glimpse
of something far too wonderful
to be boxed in a god slot

music fans enjoying the moment
christine slip sliding across the floor
a well turned phrase
a malt lightly touching my lips

I don’t want to look at the world
with blinkers on
to see my fellow humans
as hopelessly lost
in need of being saved

life is too screwed up
for such easy answers
to be read straight off the page

copyright: ashyvicar