That Mystical Mantra

see Street Art Utopia

There once was a time I’d stay up all night

Take the drugs and drink the wine

Stay awake for the conversation

Ready for the fright of the dawn

My dry appeals for more, 
My juvenile elation

At all that room for second sight

And a Come sit with me, tell me what you see

Realisation led me closer to the door

That mystical mantra I seek, try as I might

Always evades me when I try to be Right

Each day wipes clear from memory

The day before