Chiming in,
It all rings a disturbingly familiar note.
But where exactly am I?
And why am I back here again?
Here, where the barbed wire fits like a glove,
Connecting the dots of forgotten scars,
Gone Unheeded and ignored.
God, I must be insane...
Because I know this insect,
I know this web.
But all of these restless bells only add up to disorientation,
And it feels like I know so much less than the last time.
I think you're even more lost,
But in a different place and it's doubtful that you even care.
So if we can't agree, let's collaborate.
Call this "off-the-books" in every way,
Because you've made yourself impossible to trust.
