Who can know?

Thought courses as the river, swift, full, fluid, and flowing. Take a sturdy net and catch these elusive broken memories then sew them into the comforting quilt of familiarity. Is there destiny in this modern world? Everything is analyzed magic is nothing but a cheap illusion in the minds of the mob. Dare to believe in something different. Truth, lie, fantasy, who can know?

A heart yearning for more, beyond the veil, a secret world the world refuses to acknowledge. Dream a dream... However, it would seem dreams live only on the sliver screen. Who can know?

Around again... thought this was over. Those eyes look at me at once with a promise of love and honesty and loyalty, as if I'm your world, then look to the floor as if a secret lies hidden there. Tell me, is there something to say to me from you? How can I believe? White lies have painted this room.

Self destruction-- hurt me, I hurt you, hurt me oh oh over again. Sing songs so sweetly to these ears as doubt sours in the pit of this stomach. Want to believe, want to trust, want an excuse to run and leave dust to dust. Take your ring I'll take my life... and yet I stay.

Caught in the act, face frozen like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Pivotal moment... what word will be the first from those lips... excuses fly. Now I know the truth. No acceptance of responsibility, no apologies, make it me, you make it me, it's always me. Look me in the eye and tell me its me! No... to the floor, always. Excuse me while I choose not excuse your excuses this time. Dissemble, fall to pieces again.

I say again... I hope it was worth it. I hope you enjoyed yourself. My trust shattered, why build it again? Just to watch you smash it over and over? No thank you. We talked, I indulged you just to indulge me and now you think we're okay. Oh how little you know. How very little.