I'm either dead or dying.
The difference isn't clear.
The dying never answer 
and the dead just never hear.
I'm all I have to call on.
I write the song I sing.
But what's the name or tune
within the broken mortal ring?

My feet are far too fast for me.
My eyes can't see the road.
The wires snap impatient fingers
final overload.
My essence is eternal.
No freedom will tiThe Mortal Ring
1979

I'm either dead or dying.
The difference isn't clear.
The dying never answer 
and the dead just never hear.
I'm all I have to call on.
I write the song I sing.
But what's the name or tune
within the broken mortal ring?

My feet are far too fast for me.
My eyes can't see the road.
The wires snap impatient fingers
final overload.
My essence is eternal.
No freedom will time bring.
The curse is cast forever on 
the broken mortal ring.

My bed is just a box
within a circle, in a space
the boundaries of a lifetime
with fringe of silk and lace.
It holds a restless soul as I,
a kite without a string.
That never finds its place within 
the broken mortal ring.

A myth is my existence.
My blood flows from belief.

I stalk, I drink, I never die.
I steal life like a thief.
The tears of ancient sorrows
still cause my eyes to sting.
There is not resting place within 
the broken mortal ring. 
me bring.
The curse is cast forever on 
the broken mortal ring.

My bed is just a box
within a circle, in a space
the boundaries of a lifetime
with fringe of silk and lace.
It holds a restless soul as I,
a kite without a string.
That never finds its place within 
the broken mortal ring.

A myth is my existence.
My blood flows from belief.

I stalk, I drink, I never die.
I steal life like a thief.
The tears of ancient sorrows
still cause my eyes to sting.
There is not resting place within 
the broken mortal ring. 

by Lisa (Teel) Rodriguez
1979