I've slipped the noose, 
The shackles are off. 
My maturity fixation outshines. 
It's go for broke 
And fuck it all, 
With head held higher (than thou) 
I am the man that used to care. 
Who was I then? 
So quizzical with foresight. 
Now I've favored to savor the flavor 
Of nine-to-five intuition. 
Out with the old, in with the new regime. 
I sold my soul to the rebotised dream. 
Breaking bones of contention. 
I'm just an empty shell 
With integrity scooped out. 
A painted smile, 
A glass-eye high 
On two that can't cry. 
Touch me, 
I'm cold to the merits of (real) love. 
I stepped back from the edge 
When other slipped off.