Wire Monkey

So many promises implied

So many rabbit holes

Left empty again

Never knowing - never seeing

My soul is screaming

And I say I don't know - but I do know

I don't want to believe or accept - that what I am to you is entertainment -

To you I am nothing - I fill your time

How many times have I loved another...

And now I let every memory drift

unaccompanied

Ironic

Perhaps this is my time

Perhaps my transition

No, not to be fooled

Or so carried away I can no longer see                                                   

Wire monkey, I am

And I die a little more... every day