Forgery affair
Stacks of I don’t care
Windows back to that
Summer of lack
Poverty stricken
Plastic driven
White box detox
Memories of the first time
I saw You,
Memories of the redo
Of the slick backed hairdo
Super cut, in the gut, it lives
And moves and finds it being in
Me
The undo button
Became a glutton
For love smitten
Is the sanded side of
The ship—the one with
Power is the one this hour!
Down I go, lower to the floor
Here on God’s great dance floor!
I am alive, there is no turning back
You have forged in me a new me
One that can never be the same—
He who looks back is not fit for
This invisible kingdom—
Suffering I say for the man that
Does not sway—keep me, bind me
But I will not stay in the middle—
I will live for You