Oh Drama, you Devil, how you excite
Draw me into your lair, work your muscles all night
Sugar my cells and pool my emotions
Mainline exquisite, I salute your devotion
You laugh, I can hear you, unsettling sound
Waiting, watching, as cold as the ground
But inside that dirty, brown chestplate you wear
Beats a heart you’re determined never to share
Each time I sense something distant, unclear
You mean, is it true, to alert me to fear
I thought you would win, take me out, do me in
But that’s not your aim, despite that chill grin
I think you came here with me, that very same day
Wondering what I would do, be or say
After some years hiding out in the back
You stepped out in front, right through the crack
I created myself, when the shit hit the fan
I couldn’t step up, build my strength, even stand
Years later, the stories, like ivy gone wild
Needed trimming, training, savvy and style
There you were, in each phase, obliged to assist
I think you enjoyed the game, to resist
Was impossible, maybe only for me
But I figured you out eventually
I mean to expose you, your methods and ways
Your work, your efforts, must be reappraised
It’s not meant to be, this war of the worlds
No Devil exists, but the mind unadorned
Left to rattle around on its own, it belies
The truth, dark and raw, however despised
Leads back to the path, the origin place
Where we landed together, agreed in that space
That we’d work every day until it came clear
You are me, I am you, we are ever so near
To becoming each other, one being, alive
Flying miles above the delusion of time
