Flypaper

To forgive and forget, I live and regret. To forgive and forget, I live and regret. Grief speaks its own language. It forces me to act strong, but every time I stand up I'm afraid I'll bump my head. Eyesight in time. Things seemed easy, only I was building a fence. And you see in me what I once took action against. Sever my eyes away from this twenty inch screen. I've finally got what is tangible. The more I learn about myself, the more I see in me to hate. You're this image of my fears, armed with words that shatter my ears. I am only I, but that won't do - not for you, you're only you. Can you see what I've got? The world is not a tube, A brain playing games with television knobs is a steady leak for attention span. Restore it sooner: unplug the unit.