Just as it all seems to fall down
This question between smile and frown
Please go on if it feels so good
I am left senseless in the quagmire
It’s carved into my mind, your words
But not everyone is built to take a lie
Is everything wrong, do we never see truth?
You talk the talk and make them want you
And you, you always seem to make me useless
The wire is so narrow high above the wreckage
It has become so hard to know what I really want
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 