There’s a demon dancing on my shoulder

A pilgrim lost in the Persian salvation of Time:

There’s a demon dancing on my shoulder
As this wisdom resonates in my ear
A war in my mind; a thought
A deep and powerful freedom that is wrapped in chains
Clasped around my mouth
Time’s theft passes a distant glow
There is optimism for what I once mistook
Create a strength, a power and remove this demon’s nest
Will this addiction remain your guarded secret?
Will you become old with its temperament?
Hollow head and angry heart
I don’t want to live my life with regret
But allowing passing disaster to pass again
Is allowing weakness and failure
I do not wish to admit defeat; walk away from challenge
I now know I have to face this demon’s glare
With red eyes that pierce my lighted youth
Follow your dance and feel the steps
Move to the other shoulder and embrace its space
Without confrontation comes defeat
Without realisation your sculpture will not progress
Don’t choose to fall at your feet
Say goodbye to your demon that you homed
Brush your delicate right wing and let it fly free
To a foreign land and let it be

27.10.04