Writing Poetry to avoid my life

The world of change has come to pass
And all in silent witness be
For all is said and done at last
The changer of the world is me

When Kings of yore shall ask me how
I knew that this could come about
I’ll coyly smile and say “Here now,
I mustn’t let the secret out.”

 
Sailing on a sea of greenish jealousy
She rides her wave
Passing through a world of not
The wave goes on and on

 
The world keeps spinning faster and faster till day and night are one.
Where is my spinning sparrow to poke a hole to see the sun?
I call to him “Dear sparrow won’t you come to save the day?”
But sparrows cannot answer, so I spin and wait and sway.

 
When broken bottle glass finds its way into my shoe
It makes me stop, and think awhile of you
You with your jagged razor rough edge
Who thrusts me through to a different day
Yet sparkles in the sunlight of a noon tide
Like ribbon dancers through a sky

 
Hot bubbling mess
Torment, teasing, tense
The chili pepper fire
Of a new found lover’s kiss
Burns me through to another day