Do not disturb. I am licking my wounds
To make sure that they never heal
Don’t turn me around – I am facing the past,
The present or future unreal.
It’s a zero-sum game with only one rule
For everyone’s loss there’s a win
And for everyone’s win someone else has to lose
We are trapped with original sin.
If I turn into salt that’s my Lot in this world
But I’m not going to take all the blame
I’m a victim of circumstance, not out of choice
They made me take part in this game.
This virtual prison does nicely for me,
I’m used to it now. Close the door
On your way out please. No, wait, don’t go
You’ll have me believing there’s more.
Dr Jenny Knight
Makes me think that ...
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