My Mission - Whatever

Feeling fatigue YET able to

continue my translating job,

nothing interferes with my

salt pillar stance, my Marvin

the paranoid android act

Though my eyes feel like falling

out of my head and I want get

up, I can stay here for eternity,

not eating, just water for a dry

mouth, I can be a golem

The drug becomes a chem in my

head and I need never stop, only

must go home for a healthy meal,

by then I shall be too tired to do

anything - the paranoid android

Part of me needs sleep to reload

while the golem will keep looking

for something to do – the chem

goes deeper than my head, there

are words in my heart 

Being a Spartan Puritan, I cannot

stop my mission – whatever it is…