Marisa Dream

Marisa cannot save the day
She is only a figment
Of a lustful, teenage dream
Do I wake to find myself
In a state of enlightenment
Or do I chase fool's gold?

I cannot covet
What's theirs remains
Forever out of my hands
Like all this life seems to offer
Do gods of plenty
Find me a particularly amusing whipping boy?

Fire on north beach
And I sit alone
Patience can't be a virtue
If it's been beaten
Within an inch of its life

Famine of romance
Grips me
And I realize
I need but push away
I will find the machine
And shut it off