.condensation

who's fault is it
for lying to thy self
& who's fault's it
if i deny the hell


There is no TIME


and who's fault is it
if i never 'tried myself'
& who's to blame
if i never find my wealth


if i thought but didn't stop it
if i thought,
but wasn't sure

alone
and caught up in the haste
at least
the waste was pure
to taste


and whose the culprit who scripts so slick, so fast
who's taking the command
if I
don't write my past


if I
don't right my past
refind it,
rewind it,
refined it!

alas,
but in the future...
there's more time
to d'well on the past
so whose to shame when overcome at last


i slipped
inside myself
& -I can't find OUT- !


There is NOOOOOOOOOO time


I twist, I turn, I's meet:

it yearns, it burns
staring unto thine own eyes

water is life
as clear...as all the lies

& who's fault is it now, for such the great dis-guise


you're stuck!, sun-bathing
bare naked, and scathing



something tears, Dis-covered !
you liquify and return
through the eye

as clear, once again:
free to form

and once again: free to form !
as there IS no time