Lost in Reality

I’m toast
Today!
Each day
My host
Don’t love
Above
The coast.

Like tissue is,
Without a doubt
Not from a sprout.
So this crises
That’s in my mind
Just cannot find
Peace like Isis.

But all that is, is real,
Like a little child’s laugh,
Or an old woman’s staff.
So I just strive with zeal,
Always wanting to share
More bottles of beer;
And try hard not to steal.

From the flight of the big sparrow,
To the falling of autumn leaves,
And heartless acts of certain thieves,
Who neglect the road that’s narrow.
I am lost in fascination,
Forgetting my obligation;
I’m doomed in this sea like pharaoh.

Younglan Louis