Thoughts of an Aspiring Gentleman

False Flight

It draws dizzy circulating fingers

All to relapse
To a time that's right
At a time in false flight
Worst possible time
To wish I was a mine
And didn't speak my mind
Maybe then I'll be just....

Fine I admit
To the corridors of my past wit
This is a being
Who fuels the feeling
And lays to rest the test
Of my conscience's mess

Trying to validate
That taboo
There - see?
Within the blade of a knife hiding in my wondering eyes
Absorbing the light that suddenly turns to passionate fright
I'm always at my height
Even though to win this night
I must sacrifice what's right
In the name of nobody

Who dares to interrupt me
Nobody
Yet somebody cares