we have been gone to long from the word
from the script that plays in my head - i wonder
why only in sadness, in happiness, in injustice
do i search for truth - reality tries to imitate it
it falls far short
i have been lied
to and i wonder
who i have to blame, not me never me - i was
after all in the moment, enjoying each turn of
the screw - perhaps i will visit an island, any island will do
somewhere where land is at a minimal and water so much
water stands near
perhaps escape
