Haunt me with I don't give a jot
refuse to accept realities
and dance in your fantasies
twirling in the echoes of echoes of echoes
we make it up as we go along
you insist
so go on making it up as you go along
in my vicinity and my world
we do not need to make anything up
for after all
we are already made up
and
that's why
you are tied to making things up