improvisation of a renegation

One endless answer of a question. An improvised confusion. A fighting home that I need to avoid. A set of turning fists that helped me with a betrayal. She left. A commercial break on a tuesday night completed it. Are we already done ? At this stage my army boots were useless. A stream of boats and a cup of butter, with a a lion.
I hear a sound deep in my mind, telling me what to do. Walk. Wake up and say your name. Right hand seeking a blind spot.


"No one understands".


And I found a voice
And I feel that this is the End