Let me steal a moment, for what is about to happen
might just startle you, it might starve your soul
of the juice of life.
As it lives you, your soul.
Let it burn within, for the fire is what will take you over!
Don’t claim to be a lover, for you are nothing but a stranger!
You have no control, you never did!
You had a plan, a scheme of things,
You wrote a play, made me an actor.
I am only glad you are farce. It is nothing, but your inner desire.
The desire which fails you and keeps you from being me!