utopia, limited

blind man's buff

not an adult stuff

chain is no more reactionary

when play is in conservatory

you're no more young to twist your pattern

you've tied your hands that holded the lantern

lazily controlled and boringly settled for

isn't this a pumped out soul with a sore?

evidently nothing's changed

this was a truth long uncaged

adjacent playgrounds permit no glamour

brilliance exits the repeating performer

i need the topsy turvy back

it is not in the assumed sack

blind orbiting welcomes abrasion

covering your eyes is not seclusion 

if you're out there, playing the game

there is no room for a touch that is tame 

better watch out for mean inquisition

cos it would be a time for ill timed valediction