Alone I’m trapped behind my solid doors
With no purpose or public mask to show
Except to face my too ignored ego
And sort his stockpiled, overflowing stores.
My famed recital of the same old scores
Just won’t appease the crowds who want to know
What am I for and where now do we go,
For us, not clapped, and no desired encores?
Turn to the cell and it will teach you poise,
To sit and hide and fight the inner fiends.
To finally parent the frightened boys
Who drive my life like unconsidered teens.
Now the time to stop the incessant noise.
For God has called and given us the means.
Written on 19th May 2020