He longs to live in a city where the danger is stranger than the fiction
Real life living, even if it means supreme albeit momentary dereliction
Time to screw all of those heady dreams that pose a threat
Absently spreading his mind over blind fields with no such yield, peeled to the core
X marks the rotten spot
No such fruition
Bigger decisions will need to be made
A parade of people finally in place, all in his honour
Etching long forgotten smiles back upon that fiercely freckled face
Displace yourself perfectly
Change the dial before it turns out to be too late
As fate would have it, either way he’ll forever have to deal with the nauseating sedation
Screw inflation, recessions, the lot, everything on display
Rationality far outweighs what’s irrational
A scratch he need no longer itch