I’ve viewed my life through a rose tinted lens

Rewinding my favorite roles in this movie I’ve led

The alley lights flicker in their rhythmic trends

Frequent scenes in the street instead of in bed

A match is then stricken as the smoke starts to billow

Illusions played out onto clouds I’ve projected

She beckons from her staircase to come to her pillow

Morality plays turn out just like I’d have expected

Should a man entertain these horrid intrusions?

Stooping down lower,she placed herself on me

Plato warned I’d have such delusions

Her hands are my guidance,I embrace divine comedy

A dissipated screen reflects my endeavor

I desperately cling though I’m destined to lose her

A torturous recount for my own viewing pleasure

To truly amend the past you must know how to predict the future