heaps of imogen

where are we?
what the hell.
it's getting kind of late
i'm thinking sorta retro

fork in the road
turn left or turn wrong
sick of this loss
need to get away

purposeless for time
nothing really clear
it doesn't really help
whether you're far or near

snapshot of grace
locked away with it
not so sure because
i can get away from this

mindless beats resonate
creating an endless loop
a glance behind sees
unknown truth

rain some more
i don't really care
summer ends every year
who says it's not fair?

dull eyes behind
a bright smile
that's just crazy
you think i believe?

privacy cannot block
whatever i am hearing
sear the words, don't forget
i dream fantasy AND reality

ooze on out
cannot clot
i'm just thinking
allowed or not