Finalize and mobilize
the world will not wait for your decision
your wanton heart will end you
As I sit on my chair, rocking to and fro
the wind on my cheeks
salt on my skin
hate under my eyelids
I enchant myself with thoughts of pleasure
I have seen your indecision
savored your fervor
banished your resolve
Atop my rocking chair,
with sea breeze in my lungs
and false hope upon the dunes
I judge, absolve, release
Atop my rocking chair,
I issued your wanton heart
I pressured your decision to finalize,
to mobilize.
All atop my rocking chair.
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