Daily Pre-occupations

Snapped strings hang again
Promises are meant to be kept
The mind it finds a way
to conceive and to deceive.

Boxes are meant to be opened
confidence hangs in the balance
we find it easier to ease our mind
by achieving and receiving.

My lips they do concede
this world has given me
a taste my mouth can not grasp

I will swallow it now
if I must be Shiva
I will fail again and again
Lysistrata has conditioned me.