Is it bad
You ask yourself
Or does it just look bad

Are they right who tell you it is bad
Should you not make up your own mind
You ask yourself

The strange encounter feels fated
Does it really Yes fated and strange How so
There seems to be a hold like thread Is there Yes

You want to run your finger along the spine
Smell the skin, read every line
Only they say you turn into Mephistopheles

Put a hand through and one will find blackness
Are you white as it is No You’re always recalibrating
Should you not make up your own mind