Genie in a Bottle
Whatever it is I’m pursuingThere’s something else I ought to be doingFall on my face; face the abyssMade my bed but I’m so not ready for this
Please protect meLike a genie in a bottleBring the magicTrying to move the mountains in my mind
Truth’s the first casualtySo try to break it graduallyGrist for the grind; grind to a haltYou gotta take a spoonful of sugar with a grain of salt
Time to fix bayonetsBound to be a few regretsChoices that I can’t defend; chances that I’d like againNot too many, but I sure remember them.
And please obey meLike a genie in a bottleThat Old Black MagicTrying to make some molehills of the mountains in my mind © 2023 Bruce M. Gordon