Though winking some would say sinking in sullen shambles
I'm soaring high charisma over well-strung words
Now shying backward into corners covered
Words arrange themselves on windows high & scatter outward
Some real potent **** -- a vague longing to be hurt
to be ****** fully and feel nothing
Tomorrow's roadshow is today's practice
I never believed anything
Now I struggle to convince impossible members
We arrange ourselves in imaginary vision
No one is who they think they are
& Even less is what they say
If I could truly expres
We'd all be painted pictures