Reaping Hashish

Am I mentally a tortured soul? 

Physicians call me,

I am planting hashish for me 

Really, I am on the verge of lily-white sea 

Or is it a different type of magnifying glass

to read the characters of Hamlet and Lear 

Professors say to be maudlin is a madness 

because you are emotionally fool 

but I think there is a wall 

between us 

so we cannot see each one of us clearly 

Am I not made for this stony world? 

Or merely a shadow of dead flowers 

creeping in the muttering streets,

and the dying nights 

the cats bite me, 

the dogs frown at me 

People detest me 

because I am an emotional fool 

Do I exist nowhere? 

or merely a shadow of eerie figures 

What are the footprints? 

What are these shrouded creatures? 

Following me in this wintry night 

Oh, dear love, I have been waiting for you since time immemorial 

Are you a body or soul? 

Or an emotionally mad jester 

There is a time for me,

and time for you 

to be an emotional fool again 

in the thunder, lightening or rain 

really I am an outsider to the end of my days 

or a mad dog watching the loaf of flesh to eat it again ...