Presley

Who can dream of empathy, sitting on a wall, boom of a broken sea, I find his eyes awake, dancing on thorns, he reads me and shakes, each day of uncertainty, echoed by his phone calls, an absence of reality, who wants to stake, a fear of being torn, no wonder why i hesitate, someone turns and asks me, a penny for your thoughts, I think about infidelity, so useless to fake, the lies we cast abroad, waiting for the next train, uncertainty digests reason, wondering if i'm born, within this season, shirred egg thoughts.