The man may cite his benign mind
But repeats the sinister moreover.
For while words are imparted
With which meaning's departed,
The unspoken stay more lonely than ever.
And so grows a temperament of a man on edge;
At the whims of his words woeful.
And so they infect
Without any respect
For the fight for a persona that's hopeful.
And so our peripherals refine
To some tunnel vision undefined;
Receding to a place unfriendly.
But repent from the lies;
From the unhealthy mind;
From the words of the uneasy master.