Solitude is virtuous
Visions of the overgrown forests
Ferment in your dreams
I am embodied health
For wealth or for love
We must all shelter our self
Angels and devils and other parties
Are no longer wanted/needed
I'm wandering, wondering
It's a purposeful colorful mess
How we fell down the stairs last night
Complexity ignites you
But its business as usual
In barrooms and bus-stops
Busy waitresses
Fuss with their hair and makeup
To make themselves look good enough
For you to compare them to others
That's why we never trust our lovers
For Eros makes waste
And Psyche is feeling pretty
Lonely these days