A Troll
A troll lives in my head
Under the bridge of my nose…
He sneak-whispers upwards
Curdling my thoughts and making me sigh sadly
But I can make him go to sleep
Inhaling positive energy…
…summoned with every fiber of my force
And slowly, steadily, my nose will clear, then my head will clear
As I sniff in the sweetness of my true point of view
So, stay sleeping troll…stay deep under the bridge
And when eventually you awaken, I will have a kind song to sing you
That will clear your head as well
