The Physicist

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All obtuse by obligation

 
Always with the way of time

 
Always taken by fixation

 
Yet here am I somehow on time

 
So hold it well your wolf

 
You cunning lover neither dog nor cat

 
Have soul you ghost you should not haunt nor contact

 
In the heat thats trapped inside the skull

 
Without the fire the words get dull

 
And we can't have a truth to true

 
Not him or her nor me or you 

What eats the vain

 
And loves the pain

 
Never lives and always is

 
Feels like lust

 
And looks like trust

 
Lingers long

 
And grows like dust 

So hold it well your wolf

 
You cunning lover neither dog nor cat

 
Have soul you ghost you should not haunt nor contact 

In the heat thats trapped inside the skull

 
Without the fire the words get dull

 
And we can't have a truth to true

 
Not him or her nor me or you 

What fixed the mastery into the trap

 
Why did they take what they put in your lap

 
What goes in one ear and never comes back

 
Which tongue is the one speaks neither false nor fact

 
What else is there other then your view

 
And never see's what you see and always see you