Confusion reigns king
in this life of mislaid chances
The shocks of life
rattle the earth and heavens
Toxic and heady
the sweetest of sins pulls at me
So easy to take
so hard to manage
close enough
to feel breath
Far enough
to warrant excursions.
I Want it, I
cant have it
An invisible line of thought
and intangible emotion.
Enough to tame my heart
and curb my wanton desires,
its only a thought.
It's only an imagined
conditioned response
So it must end
before it begins
as this reign of confusionTakes hold;
I bow to the king of subjugation.