The only way is to sever all ties,
to forge ahead,
forging new liaisons
better reasons
to challenge me.

In the sea of a million regrets where debts fall due
and make up but a few this is the thing that
that I will
and will do.

Solitaire is neither here nor there to
a soul who's survived the curse of the worst.

Bursting out of a shell where hell is not life but **** near
and my eyes quite clear unaffected by mist or the fog of those
who have ****** me off,
I am off.

Cutting the links and laying flat those links in the chain and every train sets me on and my thoughts ride upon a magnetic impulse.

Radar as far as it goes shows the way, but it's the internal compass that directs me, deflects me and ultimately at the end of each day wrecks me.