Outside the box I've watched the clock move as my style grew outside their view.

This position of weirdness.

Bald and beardless.  

Only those who follow themselves can feel this.

They're locked. 

                           Exposing truths. (Lost)

As a pseudo detox.

                                          Mocked.  

For trying to refute the fox.

  And yet if these words Ever appear foreign

YOU WILL NOT REMEMBER THEM THE NEXT MORNING.

Too deep.

                      Concealed in my ocean.