On the run
and my what fun...

I pay prices constantly
not excluding dues to time...

When feigning composure and normality
y'know the fakeness of oneness that's plague...

....thin ice is the tip of
such an iceberg Freud would stammer...

In the Socio I logically,
am not...

I came close to feeling today
came so close i ran away...

She's whispering inside my blinks,
strobe images of wanton'ness...of the 'ess...

About the age of things of
me and you i guess...

....and my pain is my pain
really...

Should it concern the I's?
where God's stability...

Being not so green fingered
as others seem everyone...

It’s all in the eyes my love
she said...