emerged from the dust
to dismay and rust
this place used to be
something i could trust
i have to find my own
take no loan or broken road
just the finite space ahead
you have a game
i want to play it
you say i'll lose
but i plan to make it
am i what you dreamed of?
it seems i may have been smeared,
or blurred, or something weird
whatever it was, i'm looking to be feared
the appearance is all i want
the upkeep, not so much
