There is something very illogical about it all that makes my heat spin. When was that ever agood thing, though possible fun.

I stare at the eyes that gave me solace,
watch has the beer was poured
waited and savoured each moment
making sure that all was well and in order
I exhaled with certainty that motives were aligned
held the report, a clean bill
left the room relieved and certain all was amiss
was glad that as always I was wrong

then as the saying goes
When the cat's away the mice will play
and had I barely sheaned around when

the party roared deafeningly
and lives spilled outta control
by proxy I'm responsible, by affinity that's illogical
I can't be everywhere at once
All I give is me

Desperate to beelin for the next exit
but I'm in too deep, enbroiled, enthralled
long to know the intricacies of the unfolding soap