I've got a secret,
Playing across your lips.
Flick your tongue across my fingers-
See if you can taste it.
I'm not who I used to be,
Nor are you who you were.
Press number one speed dial-
The future is here.
Getting gorgeous?
Stand in line.
It's easier to play with masks.
But I'd rather romp on train tracks-
See where they do take me.
How about you?
What do you want?
Or do you even know?
Pressed against your armchair,
There's no place you can go.
Did you taste it?
Or are you simply blind?
'Cause the secret's here inside us,
Telling us where to go.
That's it-
Flich your tongue across my fingers,
And tell that armchair 'no'.
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"How about you?
What do you want?
Or do you even know?
Pressed against your armchair,
There's no place you can go."
That's my favourite stanza.
Very deep, this had me really thinking. I've skimmed over some of your other writes and I must say you're an incredibly intellectual, talented writer
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