And Still You Find Your Ways

and still you find your ways into my dreams
where -if by choice-
i would ask you to leave
you've come several times
subconscious sorting
integrating

the dream in the brothel
with the mistress
undressing
then laying
temptation stirring
although I could not hear
my eyes saw no touching
just you crying
she came out saying
what we all suspected

and last night on the couch
where you fell asleep
we must have woken you
your friends and some of mine
you're constantly looking in my direction
a fear behind your stare
you haven't changed in the slightest
still aloof
still guarded
as always
and still you find your ways to diminish me
why were you so cruel to me?

get out of my head this morning
i've given you enough