If you believe in karma,

That is why I suffered for the the latest television makeup

What beats internally, under scrutiny?

A life that feels frigid, which is impossible for the snow to understand,

Are we living a copyright?

Nothing quite ordinary?

Deaf in the important ear,

Desperate to hear,

Nothing quite usual

Never a prodigy, only a satisfactory rebel

Peered inside the door, stared into a personal darkness,

Yet the heart is never mistaken,

Believing in the arc of simplistic things