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