Bound to adjust in a clusterfuck of lust

as i grow older my brain bends backwards sending the past and what i knew forward

farther than i remember sense memories are limited to their makers remarks.

I am left with a mantra of many, to be forwarded and returned upon what ive learned.

and if you ask me ill stay in my pose

asking that my posse surround and inclose

what is left of my lust

is for you to dream and impose

upon what i allow you to take and propose.

because i know you enough to know what you want

and what you want is simple enough.

The power

The fame

The money

The blame

I leave you with lust and memories to shame.