I've slipped the noose, the shackles are off.

My maturity fixation outshines.



It's go for broke and fuck it all, with head held higher (than thou)



I am the man that used to care.

Who was I then?



So quizzical with foresight.

Now I've favored to savor the flavor of nine - to - five intuition.



Out with the old, in with the new regime.

I sold my soul to the rebotised dream.



I'm just an empty shell with integrity scooped out. =



A painted smile, a glass - eye high on two that can't cry.



Touch me, I'm cold to the merits of (real) love.

I stepped back from the edge when other slipped off.



And all because society told me to