‘FULL MOON RISING’ By Isles of Wild

Things continue breaking rough.
The signs of my presence are acting up.
I’m a survivor, in a hardly balanced world.

Where’s all my rhythm , Where’s all my flow!
I’m losing circular motion , for I never know,
What damn direction I’ll wind up facing next.

To many sinuation’s, unreliable coordination,
Better grab hold before it gets me next.
Confusion, with its system’s , delusions – its right hand man.

Somehow, I get the feeling –I’ve been hexed.


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