I crown the mask
That we all wear
Just so I
Can stand to bear
My own deceit
Pleasures run
Away from the stolen
Treasures that permit
My own defeat
Crowding out innocence
Like a bandit
It makes no sense
Any own standard
Are we unpredictable
Are we all accountable
For wanting something
That we cannot grasp
If finding ways to get inside
Access the thief
Betray the pride
This is the final test
To see what we can find
The birth certificate
For my life
Is parading around
Town as if it’d
Like to be noticed
A trophy for love
We cannot involve
Our passions when the
Distance means more than
To grasp onto a fact
Steal away
© GÄ
Poétique 