Empty For Development

Can we call it a day, Inclined to tell me so, Thinking I had a right to know. Incoming train wreck on the night ahead, Palmed one off to another, It was the only direction I could take, After willingly expressing what they've encountered, Whilst spread out freely on a plate, An acquired taste. Go to them if that's the choice, That is now the only offer you'll have left, Thoughts unheard of in their view, Testing my waters crashing against my wall. Hollowed shell, void of needs and wants, You've entered my world, don't forget. Other ways of laying close to my heart, If one desires, Don't pitch me up against another, For it only confirms my answers, Those games are past their sell-by date.