What’s Going On

What’s going on

In a betrayer’s head?

I’d rather not know

And have

A glass of champagne instead.

I’d rather choose

Not to choose

Between sleeping tight

And counting your sorries.

I will love it alone like before,

So don’t worry.

It’s so funny

To think about all these

Crazy schemes

You might have prepared

To make everything look

Storybook, but it seems

To me that your destination

Is total and vile isolation.