I will choose what it is I want to hear,
I will see only what I want to see.
Thus by doing so I can avoid facing up,
To what is now everyone's new reality.

I will believe what I have always done,
I will ignore all the hints of bad news.
Thus it is by doing so I can avoid having,
Unwelcome things I'd have to choose.

I will shut out all outside voice,
That threatens my imagined safe world.
Thus it is by doing so the glue will hold,
My version of reality wont then become unfurled.

Yes I will select all I want to hear,
and all it is that I may want to see.
By some fake  logic and false illusion,
The outside will have no reach on me.

Walking on your every breath,
          can I taste you upon I...

On the promenade of your
                                            words.
          It's a long walk,
but I take every step slowly.

As I'm the only one here  
                               listening to
                     what you say to I.

                      I've spoken to you,
but its like my breath is a ghost
of falseness,
and you either
               don't want to see or ignore I.

How can it be that I wonder
        upon you,
yet I'm not worth the stride to see
           what my words mean to I.