Sesame

Cold days in the wake of turning 3
Mother's hunch is to flee, duck beneath the iron sheet
Luck had it grass was green and the soul was free, or so it seemed
Open seed, open book, open sesame
Go follow dreams, meet destiny
Travel, no rest, go west
Momma knows best
Got the focus and a lot to forget
Pops now short of breath
Taught him that if anything is testament to success
It's the evidence of progress
Wonder what's next, only what we make it
15 years still my thoughts lay naked in this cosmic basement
All of y'all can taste it, touch it
The fibre of my being for consumption
Still it ain't enough, like that ain't nothing
Proceed to keep the blood pumping by administering off-jumpings
Last guardian of sanity: pre-emptive therapy for self-destruction
Beat death narrowly at every junction
Seduction is outrageous
My whole damn life documented in the pages
No man writes for the pleasure
It's the pain that needs draining
Like a cloud when it's raining
The howl of the wailing