I'm boxing with this rogue whose reflection is mine and I sense his freedom though his so familiar grin tells stories otherwise the facts are clear the broken throat the remaining of the day that seems to coast through the past I'm eating with this mime whose relation is mine and whose laughter leaves and open mouth of food many times I play this game - always tie my shoe and laugh and it always happens just a step away where is freedom now?! time... time looking on.. looking on I'm sitting with this swine whose connection is mine and perhaps I'll keep on waiting through the night and remaining of the day and I'll see the high winds blow and knock the bees off of my back I'm boxing with this rogue I'm sitting with this swine I'm boxing with the rogue I'm eating with this mime