A Married Man: 2

 
Give me a moment to think it through
On a whim  
I would, without a doubt,  
Occupy what isn’t mine
And the final repercussion  
Won't matter  
 
There are lines (the ones you deny)
I’ve obliterated them all  
Discovered caveats  
To unadventured roads
All unholy,  
And you...
This phantom bait
Lurking in the shadows  
Not really there to touch
But always watching  
 
It will go nowhere  
After all  
Just a eerie wasteland  
The thrill of the world is ecstasy  
But that world, after all, is nothing but dreary desolation.