Nula

You always try to calculate, what’s squirrelled safe inside, beyond my idea of taste, who it is you treat, so far from common cry, when life is never easy, your lips can’t fake, neither can they lie, stood before the magistrate, if we could only see, instead of wanting to fly, stuff that lets us be, terrible supplies of opiates, vodka tonics crusty wines, who needs them anyway, try to follow dreams, winter in warm climes, oceans that bring sleep, face what’s on the line.