Dreamed I was Jesus again last night
No idea what it means this time
Maybe Easter was on my mind or I have a messiah complex
That can only be purged by crucifixion
Or perhaps I’m suffering, with a crown of thorns crammed onto my head
And blood has pooled in my eyes, blinding me to the real truth
Is the cross I carry the reality?
It’s so elusive, but what else to do?
Stop complaining about my lot?
Cease sharing my stories, suck it up and wander
This desert in silence?
I have no need to preach
Don’t need followers or
Hangers-on hoping for forgiveness and redemption
I am done with those lepers
I am done with trying to raise the dead
And stretching myself to feed thousands
I know I will not ascend with the attitude I’ve adopted
But it’s keeping me alive and in this world, this world
That has betrayed me one too many times
with chilly, silver kisses