Not one of us can know what the future holds for psychics we are not, But each of us can influence our present, for masters of our own destiny we are.
We are each an island trapped in our insecurities, Some of just realise accepting visitors can turn isolation into paradise.
It's 11pm and my words are flowing, You're lying in a hospital bed totally unknowingly, Do I feel guilty for spilling these lines, No more than you did when you committed your crimes, You documented your unrest to an audience unknown, And within my discovery a new light has been thrown, You've cheated and betrayed in thought if not in action, And now my decision is whether to care more than a fraction, Should I stay and care on your return, Or throw out my love and let it just burn, Can you ever be faithful and ever be true, Is it easier to lie to yourself and be continually blue, Do I need your torture and suffering put onto me, I'm sure I could be happier if only I was set free.
