Could we make it otherwise
if truth are lies?

What the eyes see
is that truth enough for me?

Are the hands of the almighty
so tightly wrapped around the cause
for effect?


Shazam,
the caped crusader
Batman's on the lam.

I'm crawling up the walls here
climbing through my veins
slipping down the drainpipes
disengaging from the mains.


But it could have been so different
if I had worked to make it last

But again a but, but better that than not a
but at all.

I'll climb or crawl the wall again
or fall again in the attempt.