The phone rings and I do not answer it

I am expecting a call; yet from another

“I really should sit.” My mind gently utters

As inquietude excites my explicit fodder

Ah, but it is almost time! The call will come

A rendezvous that will blow my despair

Quiet my soul. Yes, Another quire in my tome

Alas, actions that my soul will have to pass through golden gates as tare

Guilt is a word that flickers in my mind

And proudly, I swat it as easily as a fly

Thus explaining why I am in such a heartless desolated bind

Ah, easy how one covers the distance amid insecurity with a lie!

The phone rings yet again,

Apparently, much louder this time or so it claimed.

I really require some friendly advice. I know my demons can be tamed!

But I can almost hear it in my head: “You my friend are utterly insane!”

Umm, no, maybe advice is not what I need now…

Maybe just a simple paper page to write my life

To start anew, scribe my beliefs and my own very distinctive Tao

Wiping out the ethics that in my life have become so rife

Yes, maybe that is what I would like

My stomach and the minutes ache. Indeed now is no time to faak

Maybe, I should just leave and disappear, become an intellectual or innocence’s tike

Either way, God knows, they are really very much alike

The phone rings again, for a final time,

Yes, this is my stop, this is where I will get off,

Off this train of thoughts, and into real-time

As I do not want anyone to any longer bluff

I answer it. It is midnight, and plans have just been made

No else will know and that is the way it’s going to stay

As sometimes truth is not my colour or my type of shade

It is not dishonest! Just not who I would like to sing about or lay

Oh, I drift inside and out

Of this Machiavellian game

It matters little if I stop or doubt

For I always find myself inside the same

Game of Chess; my favourite fixture! In it a King is not allowed to be captured or to die,

When drawing between the line and the tots, regardless of how unhappy you or he may be

But unfairly a Queen may lie and die up to nine times!

Either way we – certainly not I— fall far from any breed of royalty