it's a one way highway
and i seem to be going against the traffic,
swide stripped by opposing beliefs and understood measures of music.

Eight notes bounce off my head
sending me off to canterberry tales
tales of chivarly long lost.
Dames in distress long exhausted.

Why move forward when the flow pushes me backwards,
this betwixes me even at the most enibriated moment,
i have no care for moving nor i have no care for falling,
come onto me backwards flow
come onto me defiance
come onto me disobedience
come onto me misspellings
come onto me unreliable discontent
come onto me misunderstood.