I remember you saying, once approved it'll last forever
but now that you're away
what will we believe
now we can't rely on anything you would say
Now I fear
going to those places of memory
as if I were returning
to the scene of a crime
Now I live
in constant expectation of bad news
always intent to look over the shoulder
paranoid of living in a police-state
Now somebody new
questions
why live in fear
why speak of it
and I have to bite my tongue
I have to consider my words
to not lose hope
and continue common everyday civilities
am now emotionally frozen
I expect to be sinking hard
from now on
part of an expected
daily venture
to kid
everyone now who questions
the kid
especially me
