morals

This is the way nightmares begin

Or perhaps end

Very simple, direct, unadorned

Incredible, and yet so terribly real that even while they're happening

We live with them and digest them

And assimilate them

We were preoccupied with the hands on a clock

When we should have been checking off a calendar

The world went on

I don't got no morals, look at me ce la vie

See I don't give a fuck