So I go blithely on! Setting out each day Bag on my arm And shoes nicely polished To live in my world Doing my things Proud of myself Well almost And there you stand Or rather slouch! Unwashed Unshaven With a leer And calling my bluff!
If I knew for sure Would I concur In the erosion Of my will I think not But as it is And not being sure Only suspecting I dismiss resisting you Luxuriate Give in Submit Get lost In your concept Of the world