its just a word right.. a fucking psycho-babble name throw
its just a game not played or played too well
its just a problem that I have or don't depending on your view
so what, what if I do
am I then repentant, do I cleave to the modern mores the oh so soothing suck
if I am what makes it wrong... wrong to want to please... wrong to want to love... wrong to want to flash burn
that heat sense, the honing in, the firing on all cylinders
if it is a sickness let me fever burn with it, juiced out ,revved up, souped
If I die of love given that is not a bad way to go
and what if I don't
what if I just am, just me, just open, just laid out and throbbing
will the pain consume me, go ahead, I relish consumption in all its forms
I can't jump halfway across the gulf, can't saunter when I yearn to run, can't burn a candle at one end
so the game comes back around to me, and I bet it all... as always... what matters is the bet, not the cards you hold
If I don't strategize forgive the fuck out of me
games bore me