Whatever made this person that way
Why do I feel asselpated
If it’s raining or not
There is a fun house waiting
For us
In the corner of the car
Diagonal and behind
To my right I find
Nightfall calling
Black and red diamonds
Chapped from life experiences
Hold me upside down by my toenails
What torture will awaken the truth
What lack of need for security
Will give this piece of mind
Burning burning burning
Believing in nothing
Confetti showers from above
Glimmering hope
If we leave the door unlocked
Is the home inside secure
Do we need a lock to prove
That no one can get in?
My security rests in the
Basement of unpredictable charms
The outside worst that doesn’t care
Is invisible
Free, free, free!
Liberated by unsafety
We are not secure from
Anything
Everyone is susceptible to
The gift of an inconspicuous game
What detectable ghosts
Remain mundane
© GÄ
Poétique 