Take me to the overview.
I want to see the vista in the day.
Flora, fauna. In the sauna.
Everyone is due to be released today.
And I can say that they’re to blame,
for they behaved exceptionally—
and don’t you think
that everyone deserves a chance
to break into another truth?
We always want to be as we percieve.
Turnabouts in furnished houses.
Affectation’s barely a repreive.
Believe:
it’s a neverending screen
to keep unseen.
And you will be permanently
yoked to jokes that finally choke you out.
(In their way, in due time)
(I can’t seem to decide)
Everyone says that they want to be clear.
Never express what they really hold dear.
Try to inspect, but it’s held in arrears.
They can’t remember what it was.
Everyone says that they wanna be real.
Watch what they do, and you’ll know how they feel.
I’m trying to love what they told me to fear.
And I can’t seem to make it in the end.