May the shadow of a former self 
Appear before you in a dimly-lit room
Befriend you and then leave you hurriedly,
Bewildered and bemused.

May your mind expand
Long enough for you to realise the essence of life
Only to shudder and shut you out of heaven
Leaving you perplexed and delirious.

Haunted by the stranger,
May you live your life a wailing widower.
May you never know sanity
Or be enamoured by the sanctity of life.

May solitude eat your heart around a hundred.
May you walk a stranger amongst your own,
And when they ask your name,
You stumble, stutter, and speak in gurgled, muffled noises
Then spit, spatter, and spew whatever name comes to mind.

May you fall in love with a mandala,
March into her like an enchanted buffoon,
Only for her to spit you back out, mangled, deformed
And shaking, ashamed of your own human body.

May the drunk impotence of irony jump off a cliff,
Find itself on a cloud and shoot itself in the head.
May you stop singing the praise of insincere men
And burry the chant of, ‘Come on to me, mediocrity.
Unburden the world from the weight of my dreams.’

May it all burn in effigy for my discontent with myself.