Selfreleasing the Phantom
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


Nothing ever turns out as it seems to me
I can turn quite easily, yet I can't seem to seize to be
My life is a fact I flee, sometimes made reality
In my dreams it matters much, my life is an act
As such
In tradition it's a fact not much
I envision enthusiasts do rush
Faster than fat McDonald pacts in truth
The honey is the source of eternal youth
They tell me
Seasons never seem to come by surprise
As the seasoning is seldom of spice
There are so many tendencies to even common taste
Don't let a single sentiment - ever
Go to waste