Making a classic move

To run, ruin and destroy

Across the years of a desperate fool

It must have felt so gratifying to you

To know how much you have

Crashed into this unforeseen future

While the sharks were circling in the wings

And only a few hundred ways to

Forget everything you though you knew before

There are three people around that

Make a choice and all of them are you

But when you can only get words

Dripping with meanness and sarcasm

You learn to raise up the shields

And be on your guard as often as possible

Because everyone

Has someone

But you can’t stop someone

Who needs no one