Should I worry
Someone might make
An offer I can’t refuse,
Marlon Brando mumbling
With mouth full of marbles,
In a town where he once
Claimed he could have
Been a contender.
I walk the old cobble stones
Streets and look over
My shoulder, not so much
Afraid, rather afraid
I should be,
How twisted it all gets
When mixed up with feelings
I have nothing to do with,
Greed or power, the way
Romeo and Julliet got
Caught up,
Ruined by things they
Could not control,
We all mistake all
That goes on inside us,
For what goes on around us,
All spilling, confusing, dizzying,
Leaving us to stagger around
Drunk from consuming
Anything, but the air,
And the memories of
What we thought of was safe,
To breath, and now
It all comes crashing in,
The dark shapes
That need to control everything
Including how we feel
About each other.
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