You (I) can feel
The Waiting.
Did I hear It
Because she said It?
Or did my tired heart's armour
*****
so fear could sing?
What can change an evil mind?
Loyalty? I think not.
That subtle persuasion of fear
Writes Determinism on a Tissue.
I control my own actions...
But Realities layer themselves
Onto my tired
heart
And I find myself submitting
Be (cause) control
Is an (in)sane asylum.
So wink.