Does it satisfy you?

We are all daughters of sisters and yet we've all been conditioned so differently.

I am in a state of limbo.

A state of no discretion

there is no (mindful) succession.

A stalemate drawn down the center,

I sit wonted in nomansland.

And I tell her my fury,

my debates,

the arguments with myself.

And she sits quietly and she listens and she opens her mouth to say,

"Contradictor."

(Or amour.)

I tell her I need to believe,

I need to hope,

I need to push further.

This bet is getting high and I don't have much money left to wager.

Do I front the rest? Or do I walk?

So we lay there... we talk, we talk, I talk, we talk.

Convince or deny- I try my hardest to be right. (Well, in my mind.)

By midnight I throw up my arms and say, "This is enough!"

Light, light, light.

I tell her, "Okay, blood. I've heard enough!"

In the morning I'll go down to board the next train.

Choo! Choo! It's coming now.

(But it's behind me that I leer.)

It stops before me- dare I take a step?

Choo! Choo!- Ch-ch-ch-changes.

Chugachugachuga, changes!

Are coming near.