Living in a world of confusion
confusing words of transfusion
transfused, with a simple conclusion
conclusive to living a delusion

it's a story of a new creation
created out of a liars frustration
frustrated without a new translation
translating to a new declaration

It must be just like an addiction
addicted to a life of fiction
fictional words, then a new depiction
depicting your contradiction

In the dark
A spark
It’s you.
After the night’s thorn
A sweet morn
It’s you.
Amidst all rust
A little moondust
It’s you.
Me a haggard
Turned a songbird
It’s you.
No fence no defense
It’s you.