Robbery

Holding down this heart of mine's like claiming sobriety after lots of wine, like snapping fingers to stop the time, like stopping a train on top a dime, or like tripping on a figmented line, and now it feels that by design it's just not possible you see. for in the realm of reality it never really belonged to me. it belonged to you. its as if you knew. knew the things that you could do; while all the while I had no clue that it truly never belonged to me. and now by some divinity you've taken it back! precision you did not lack. quicker than a panic attack. God, the way it feels so on track. So, please, don't eat it for a snack. Take it; fill it, break it; kill it; It is not up to me. There's been a robbery.