No, I'm not all right.
It's not all smooth edges.
It's not all fuzzy glow and warm with love.
It's uncomfortable.
It's square pointy corners,
Some with splinters that catch on my breath.
It's an elbow in my throat.
It's emotion ejaculating out my eyes.
And there's nothing i can do except let it out.
Let it go, go free.
Wring myself out and dry up
And it's true,
I have a wall around me.
I've no religion to soften the blow,
So I keep that gate locked.
Damage limitation.
I only want the real thing...
I only want to let the real thing in from now on.
No time wasters.
No casual visitors.
No thru road.
