Third half - Hieronymus Bosch

It seems like delusion

Haunting me every day

There is mysterious fusion

Inside me… Mind astray!

Oh, I feel like pack of cards

I was made of few

Contradictory parts

First part says:

«Let your convictions rot!»

Second part says:

«Do not!»

Someone says:

«Ignore the truth»

Someone says:

«Listen to your muse»

Sick and tired of eternal confrontation

Don’t want hear anymore useless conversations

I’m just a third half

Of myself

Starting study

My own body

Falling to pieces

By kicks and kisses

I have no power

I’m hero and I’m coward

Multiplicity, the gallery of faces

On the run all the days, from sixes to aces

My ingenuity

And imagination

Take priority

Over reputation

My second part

Dislikes this way

Misgivings keep

Running through my veins…

First half screams

Brings me to the boil

Gathering and

Storing up the spoils

Second half sings

Rights all the wrongs

And I can hear

These graceful songs