Glimpse to our paranoias, natural fantasy.
Searching the rabbit holes- to and fro, to and fro.
Different but the same old fears. Proportional to the resistivity of the material,
huge portions, you loathsome troll, don't keep me on your bridge.
Notion of friction, Fiction, Paper pencil keep me a while.
Quick, But, Majesty teach me before time catches the rats.
The rats aren't worthy, just some scribbles of your pride,
knocked on the head, by mr misled, taken for a ride, then dumped by the side.
Truth or Delusion.
A swift push over, you sly cunt, so discreat I can't notice, I thought the push was a lift of fresh air
comfort under my feet, no magic carpet ride, insted a push into oblivion,
The land I ran over before
And the clock sullenly positions and removes all evidence