Theirs is a world I shall not know;
A lusty glance from darkened eyes,
A knowing smile speaking lies,
The mutual beckon of selfish thighs.
Theirs is a world they will not show;
The curtain veiling smoke and mirrors,
The tribes united planting fears,
A funeral filled with muted cheers.
Theirs is a world I can’t let go;
The never-ending cocaine nights,
The sex-stained clothes and passionate fights,
The feeling that this must be right.
Theirs is a world I need to know;
Yet mine is a world I must keep too,
And mine is a world they wish they knew,
And ours is a world of worlds unglued.
