God told me to let love go,
I do not need it anymore.
Upon me came a great woe,
That I never felt before.
As I start to awaken,
Love became an illusion.
Yet I’m very mistaken,
My life is a reclusion.
Within this prison I stay,
No woman can be with me.
Forward from this exact day,
This unique truth sets me free.
Even a kiss may not be,
A daydream will not occur.
My third eye today can see,
Our life and death, a transfer.
Paul Wylie
Artist, wrtier, and technology expert