There, our wanting goes, waning to then fro
So, sly… Looks like, shed egos haunt projected flows
Towards warning notes, past or passed on tiptoes
While subtlety was quietly buried out back in an unmarked grave.

A lesson never learned, your lesson never earned
White Knuckle round another cycle to tunes of every churn
Your steering wheel came to grips… Bye then, we eat its burn
See Heads spinning faster than an atom down at CERN

They pretend, it’s easier if enemies dissolved away
Such thoughts, never crossed any “me’s”. That’s by the way.
Escape, another figment, solitary particle should play –
Just as violent exits bleed films of blanked betray

You with me, was always bodies, if it’s all the same
Blessed, bathing proudly, incense; our houses shame
Liar to a thief, mirror bastards, stolen name
Gaslights get you no higher if you’re already insane

Bad Habits, have their long-term consequences
Unforeseen, ultimate, yet differentially quenching
Trade a soul tomorrow for the dollar of today
Wonder why, in 40 years, there’s only Hell to pay

… But it worked before, to get them through,
Surely they can sequel, too… And three… But never four.
Their curse; Having just one glimpse beyond that door
Now they only ever reach for… Even more familiar shore…

-Bardos