Voodoo

Like a voodoo doll
I’m being stung
Stupid, obscure insult
The world isn’t perfect
And the song of aeons
Is being heard loud
The river of time
Flows uninterrupted
One day we will laugh
Laugh so hard
About the present
When it’ll be distant
When I get up next morning
I will drink coffee
The first sip will be
Like from the spring of life