Spectator In The Midst

Cool hearts, bleeding privately. A spectator in the midst of things. I favour the outline. But I don't know your code. It's all just a game without a name. We watch the politicians play out their vague ideas. I fell in love with your nuclear bomb. We make such natural enemies. There must be some heated passion somewhere in this life. But that doesn't seem to be the case.

I fall for the heat seeking missile. Aimed for the centre of your Seoul. Politicians warmonger and scaremonger. Facilitating speeches that aim for rapturous applause. Watch how they bend and twist laws. Still flat, but we live for the ideal dream. A spectator in the midst of things. How you breathe for me. It pays that you manage to keep the two of us alive.

Private emotions put public. Which way now? Right, left, straight in the centre or disappear from view. I love how none of us has a crystal clear idea. A spectator in the midst of things. I await your orders if they make any sense. But then nothing ever does. You're always too vague. You're always too vague