You sold your soul to buy a life
without displeasing surprises.
It meant you had to dismiss
an important piece of mind.
I presume you scream
when you consume my dreams.
I resume my day
in a different way.
I welcome you into my head,
but I’m quite sure you won’t like it.
My thoughts are rather unkind
to people with you kind of mind.
My words and actions are perhaps
not always well-considered,
but they are products of me,
marked with made in memoryland.
You may copy my thoughts,
you can take them with you,
but they can never be bought.
