You seem to have the wrong idea I have one face but six layers And each dip you go further into Black obis and hollow space No light at the end of the tunnel
I wrote you a sonnet when I was Devoted and committed to the idea of one love One single entity to circulate a set of rules Guidelines Youβre my marker for each page but Youβre starting to tear And I threw away that ratty glue gun yesterday
Tomorrow is farther down the road And I am stuck in a congested traffic in The middle of nowhere Next to a sign that says Do Not Return: Instant Failure Ahead