Going Nowhere Near You

Alive to the beat of the quickening And the tryst dripping from the soiled curb between The lengths at which my mind wanders I feel the sewer rampaging beneath my vapid feet Like the fat of crispy bacon sizzle up in a frying pan Excluding me from calling you So much so I know not which direction Or path to take To rescue Love I want to go home But not to a lonely bed So tread the streets of woe instead I must Like taught kite strings Remotely controlled Operate on violent wings I know not which way the currents blast my mast towards No cure for stupidity or infidelities Waste not want not A silicon tear On reckless abandonment in matters concerned love Rather let it be the yardstick upon which to measure The amount of pieces a broken heart can be shattered into Chasing guilty selfish pleasures When caring dissapates