here among the kindred of a far-fetched brood
mulling over an empty room
washing rusty emotions with a something proof
passing out after one or two
after early invasion into faster groups
those attractive and full of youth
now come tardy attainments from a heart unglued
heaven knows what is left of you

mass opinion - who brings them by your hard place
to re-epitomize your awkward states
and after breakfast and your lover's good-byes
what keeps you paralyzed - with fears
and when you want to hide yourself from the world
or what you feel
rest assured they'll keep you flooded with more of their kind
as more of you disappears

there are no evil things spun from the tongue - your example
though the angels won't breath of your air
and of all of the things that are needed done
you fill your schedule with those of care
thus, you are many times called on to show there is love
but that's because of an old masquerade
that you decry in hope the world will be served by your estates

but there are wrinkles everywhere
that are seized with rogue stares
at the treasury of your appeal
that are the later unspun from affairs
behind anxieties you keep concealed

in appraising you, the notion of "grief that went wrong"
is how the words of your world come to wind
yet; is this what you believe
is it what you have worn
as the uniform of your design

in a barren room
sometimes naked too
holding on to dead and dying rules
are the solemn ones with whom this is true
and are its proof

in concession to reflections of life as what happens
a surrender of why they're alone
know; there is nothing that claims this of you
that hasn't rotted in its own dust

make your way through the carnival
to where the prayers you have will be served
giving way to the images
of a fortune you've earned