Desire cuts the edges of time
Bloating the circles that filter my clique
Enter the ninja, defined and cunning
Who packages the goodies
Into my lunchbox
While want, want, want fills me
I sit back and bleed the freshly killed carcass
Blood oozing onto the cement floor
Draining all that has lived inside
Filling madness into the void
Just think, I tarry a while
Holding the chopsticks at the dinner table
Once, there was a time when
All choices from within
Were unconscious, hopelessly trivial