All I know is that I draw myself a line and then drag my toe a long it like I'm cutting life from death All I know is that I keep my fingers crossed that something will go wrong so that my worries will be my dreams again All I know is that I've lost the meaning of choice when I look at their shoes and their manicures I think I'm already gone All I know is that I'm living in between lives station to station waiting for the phone call waiting for the time between my classes counting numbers just to keep my place They tell me how to place my bricks where to put my feet how to feel for my face to know if I am smiling until I don't want to use the terminology I just want to rhyme words nonsensically to disrupt the logic of anti-logic deconstructed ideology The greatest resistance is to be child and look at everyone wide-eyed so that they have to explain themselves and can't hide behind felt-tip pens and recipes I am out of time because I have made reservations for th...