I lost my mind in Yangshuo.
I forgot my better senses,
As commercial traffic bulged,
And came down upon my vulnerable mind,
Like a metamorphic bubbling of boiling rock.
Shattered, the shards flew,
And all the horrific consequences.
The fantasies that I had fed on,
Rebuffed so ferociously,
Selling themselves for some,
At the expense of a poor fool,
Alone in this fucking country.