Why is the place where I want to be so often so far from where I am?
It's hard enough to be alive and human, without the additional burden of being me.
Cling to your insecurity, in this world, it's the only thing you can be sure of.
I feel much better, now that I've given up hope.
I didn't mind being a public executioner, once I got the hang of it.
If you keep groaning, please do it to a rythmn I can dance to.