am i that reckless as to kiss the lipless smile? to embrace with no joy and hold tight the world as it burns? i can stay here all night. can i think past the childish currents of riptide thought and get along with myself alone? yes. but the worlds music puts me in a trance. thinking you understand is better is a wild fantasy in pretention. too many cars, too much chatter, too much violence, words and fists, and too much understanding cant save us from this perversion. no fear shakespeare they give us though.