The Djinn

This is penned for when I sinned
To all mankind for love of Djinn
Sun bright days, stuck inside
Obsessed with worlds that others made
Untold riches from off world systems
And hidden gold in dank, dark dungeons
And now my time has been slowly spent
On wondering where my life's youth went
Whiling hours away in trance
manoeuvring troops for an attack on France
And all the time sinking deeper
Our roles were changed the Djinn was keeper
Of myself and all my thoughts
Of life itself and all it brought
There's nothing better than electronic wealth
As I sank deeper inside myself
Now I look back twenty years
At all my hopes and all my fears
I see that it was just an obsession
The computer's means of soul possession
I'm just a victim of my own morality
Only innocent by reasons of insanity
A downward spiral of self obsession
A drug induced stance of age regression
Always perplexed by those around me
Their views on tradition still astound me
My thoughts are confused, twisted and frenetic
I'm still in two minds whether I'm schizophrenic