If we were having coffee, I would tell you that…
The meaning lies behind,
For me and mine.
The fault is my own
On the outside.
Trust
Is out of my hands.
Without a safety net
I still stand.
He blames me –
Covertly.
The fool believes
We are free
From the hostile state,
The hostile stare.
Would they care
To take
What I came here for?
No?
Then this is not my fault.
The Martian Princess Chronicles 