Pondering a thousand traffic-choked mornings,nstill blind to the graphic warning and the fat lip on hisnpay cheque's sugar tit he soaks in his shrink's leathernreclining luxury with no peace of mind, just pieces to mind.nnCould it be that the sub-reality is not just a pollution.nit's unnerving, am I controlling?nCould it be life's congenialities pose as an illusion?nBefore you lose, first you must own.nnSupposition becomes a new recognition,ndawn descends on his dull submissions,nhis mind it reels, it starts, it breaks and wheels.nHe shrugs and throws the straddling shadow awaynThis ignored cliché, his startling exposé.nnIt can't be that my possibilities are led by prostitution,nthough denial is self-betrayalnDoes this mean that shadows can't lean in the face of no delusionnAwareness arms so wear it out.nnBreathe in slow.nHow can you lose what you've never owned.nBreathe to know.nnOpen wide now you run the shownnOh to taste you and to hate you.nMake you mine, spread you wide.nEat your insides outside push you down to pull me up.nFrom the blind I pierce and suck, nauseate, forever frustrate - I leech upon you.nnPush you down to pull me up.nFrom the blind I pierce and suck, nauseate, forever frustrate.nnBreathe in slow.nHow can you lose what you've never owned.nBreathe to know.nnOh to taste you and to hate you. Make you mine, spread you wide.