The process never wavers for you The agenda is clear. Feed on your precious, fictitious glide Nothing's ever true for you. Stain your kin with decisions A thought for you to review Can't find a frame large enough Built to surround the 3 of you. It's coming, moments away oh it's coming I say! Not charming, deplorable and just alarming, I say Maddening, on so many levels it's saddening, I say It's coming, any day now approaching, I say. Not for me to just disagree. Not just something to do. Like a mouse on a wheel I feel I can't run far enough from you. Do you feel when the knife cuts in That you're somehow more alive than you've ever been? Almost....Maybe? Maybe? Never! Your fictitious glide is forever.
