adapted confirmation

yesterday way beguiled, memory storage smiled
again every ones child

as if an accident, perhaps coincidence
in the end it makes sense

it's always in my head, color venetian red
and alveolar fed

in the theory of games, came ideas and aims
and i burst into flames

myself as if married, alone never carried
i'm buried and harried

a puzzle inside me, at the lowest degree
exactly where to be

if the riddle gets solved, not totally devolved
and purposely involved

all that ev'ryone sees, antisocial disease
that is inside of me

stand in insurgency, state of emergency
how beautiful to be

unexplained, unrestrained,
preordained, self-contained

us we are always right, have panoramic sight
stage fright on opening night