It’s the malignancy,
or that Might thinks it knows
what is right for me.

I’ve grown old,
too old to be
the Fool’s fool.
turn the mirror ’round
and show what I see.

another message in a bottle
not fast enough
for the next high-jacking attempt
of  generations by homogeneity

another shattered mirror
another broken record
with out apologies.
another message in a bottle..
I only wonder what will be.