limbo

Twice bitten, thrice shy.

Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me; fool me thrice?

Not going to happen.

I don't believe you, not anymore, so go away.

I won't be fooled, I won't be fooled.

But life's a lot harder to live, exposed to this light.

And without this mirage, this desert bears no oasis.

To walk, to thirst, and never to quench.

Spiraling, down, out, out of control.

How did I get here?

And where do I go next?

Suggest

a destination.