If you never go then you will never know if you never know then you will never grow i would make a bad poet i can never lie but it's not the same on the inside smokescreens & pipe dreams blanket my mind's screams building a house of many colors oh but sweating on the inside when house becomes a tower you lean a little on the clues & a little bit of fact a little hint of this & the brutal truth of that you simmer it together like a ratatouiile stew save a dance for me & I'm beholden to you