am waking down a hall , the future is getting smaller ,with every single step

i am decreasing in size the walls are closing in, my mind is somewhere else

i am frightningly fragile i am scarily hardened by this thrown together life

we are politically correct whenthe time suits us

we are all empaphy and polite when it suits us

you are all daggers and cloaks when the curtains are closed

you are all hypercrits of your own remarks

some of yu are up your own arse… lyda aka starrayne x