Mopped up, my manner is cleaned up

Mopped up, my manner is cleaned up
As Coral beads washed up by screaming surfs
Placed akimbo like a wall upon my life
My thoughts bubble like a subterranean whirlpool
Putting me between unbroken chains of confusing thoughts
Now living, now learning
Endlessly drifting in Search of …
Heaven only but knows, of what I search
Such like me never before was
Ever hungry never Full
Mines of gold craved I for
Wines of old intoxicate me not
Yet, mopped the more my manner is
Though women would have won me over, yet
Jammed in the Circle, their time’s wasted. I’m
A bond man to my bondage
Bailed only by my life
Can there but be much to desire?
Essentialities mine, boil down to captivity
Hooked by Crook, lost by look
Nine to one may give us ten
Mine today’s a Fairy tale
More phony than Arabian Night tales
What on earth does my heart want?
Sometimes Some Pain, sometimes just pleasure.

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