..and then I found a name for my desire
[I just kept it to myself]
The thing is, though, I am alive
And each moment is an assertion that will tolerate no company.
I’m thinking of taking a walk back West
For Liberty, Anarchy, Rebelliousness
But I don’t know,
It may be a clear and persistent fantasy
That I’m confusing with reality
And things like:
yogurt / gummy bears / high fructose corn syrup
There are things going on that I am not at liberty to discuss.
You’ll just have to trust me
And besides, I can no longer continue defending this stance.