in a world where
you stole      
the end days      
of my life      
and sold it back to me              
for half my whole...      
faith is a business              
for the opportunist                    
and hope for the                        
luxurious-----    
----my world----        
only a room                        
and a stage wide              
dying every morning                      
and revived every night                            
pole                    
after                  
pole                
      after        ­    
pole          
after      
pole    
  and yet still none could    
catch my fall.                      
  my world where
water is as scarce          
as dryness------                              
                     and sleep is abundant in supply            
as respite is bursting in demand            
and love is a capitalist.