Wrecking-Ball

Where's the honour in deceit, my love yes, crush us all in your iron glove and watch your world disintegrate. Or choose a nobler path and rehabilitate. You can elect to be the glue, the cement- or the wrecking ball, it's your call. No one by you shall stand or fall. You cannot invent or circumvent- more lies in the hope that-in-retrospect you can reshape the past and architect- a new future, but not if it's built on bullshit. It is only you then who'll be hoodwinked- amidst the ruins of your lost homeworld A car wreck standing alone, not yet, sobered.