Could I be caught in a conspiracy,
Wilting and wading within a console?
For I am never more without control,
Than when I long for whom I once did see.
Have I become victim to the big screen?
Blinded by its silver and shining light.
Hath my mind attracted a parasite;
One who takes and takes at every scene?
Perhaps it is the crime of another;
He whose hallowed hands hold the heavens high,
Will need submit a valid alibi,
Or face penance for the pain I suffer.
Then I ask if this fate was your intention, or
Shall I be blamed for rating fondly our rapport?
Did I of my own accord, step in tooth’ed steel;
Too simple the fool afflicted by your appeal?
