O.K.

Let not the suggestion of your artificial friends
guide you to admission.
They only want to exploit the end
to allow for you to need them.

Do not give in to those good graces
from those that sit with smiling faces-
looking at you, upside down,
while picking the locks off ...
the drama that you've got.

Swiftly moving through the moonlight,
hiding hours behind strange doors,
If you invite it all in,
good luck to you-
I can't help you anymore.

From the center of my ocean,
a heart floats far away.
You will struggle with new directions,
and that will be o.k.