I love your focus, can't resist your goal,
Could happily repetez until hoarse,
On special nights let nature take its course,
Unwind without a flicker from my soul.
Let no one claim they know how it will go.
Don't gossip that I'm barking at the sun
Behind my back, it's just a bit of fun
Until it ends in tears, yeah like you'd know.

The travel grinds a lens through which one sees
Indifference to any worthy aims
With nothing but the pleasure as a drug
On which one draws in vain attempts to ease
Near catastrophic, overthinking shame.
There's no way I'll be that much of a mug.