…..anticipating another man’s feelings, that might mirror my own, we could be clones sharing the same throne; out of the way prejudiced inquiries only mean they admire me, and they wish their image was tied to me, so our names will be two birds in a nest, but you feel only one of us is blessed, unmerited tensions can turn a settle moment into a mess, lack of self worth got you stalking my mirror, but only when casting my image, you look thin, eat some of grandma’s spinach and make sure you finish, your soul needs to be replenished; you tripped, fell, and your dignity slid across the floor and under a locked door, it’s worth kicking it in for. Insecurities that make you attack another, alarm fearful onlookers of your stunning emotional direst, you appear to be under enormous stress, you say you’re a patriot, but I think you should confess your hatred, no one’s gonna say where’s your spaceship.