Spiritual Porn

I know life beats me down. It Brings me round and beats me down.

I feel the heat on the back of my neck. The fire-breathing burdens of dreams not met.

I see the suits, the moms, the gym class freaks. I love the geeks. I spoke to who speaks.

I didn’t sign up for this ride, this lost guide, this beaten, bloodied hide.

I know what to do and where to be. I need to get to know me and love me.

It’s an art form, spiritual porn, no limits or gimmicks, just pure soul. Just pure soul.