stepped into a walnut like a wolf-trap
snap
and then it’s like trying to crack
the peices out with a vise
flash went off and you didn’t close your eyes
and now every visible piece of the past tells you lies
just to want to know more is avarice
just to want to escape is avarice
now you yell for help till you’ve lost your voice
but if given half a choice
you’d still choose that fairy tale in the nut
which maybe hans christian andersen mght’ve nailed shut
— the real villains never get written in
the real villains don’t have any sins
the real villains win —
you can’t get everything you want without a cost
something’s inevitably lost
you’re dreaming of every other impossible step
you could’ve taken to avoid the trap
but every waking chance you get
you just up and forget
and in you step.