The night was real , the train late, the nightmare enticing
What if my friend was doing time and my enemy was a millionaire
What if the essence was baking and the bread was enlightened
Who are you to want to fake identity when the time of faking has already gone
There was a time for fake smiles now it’s over and done for
There was a time for fake love now you can only fake orgasm
In the blink if an eye pissing on idle coincidences and Facebook friends who sell products in fake IDs
How can I speak the unspoken
Take vacation , take time, take all you need but never complain for my absence never again…
You have chosen and this is your choice…
Thank Gaia 