When people tell you what you always should do,
they’re invariably right:
and tight with it too.
And that’s where I find myself now:
no longer even suffering proudly from weird
illusion that driving my life
was something I could do.
You’ve made me believe it actually was
possible, only to demonstrate quite clearly
your justice is right harsh and rough: as
rough as I refused to be, but only because
the latter is me, and the former – quite
obviously – being a clear case