ignoring tomorrow

ignoring tomorrow is feeling like
in shades of dusk beyond a dyke
a box of moves is lost in mind
bypassed by rituals freezing time

ignoring tomorrow is feeling like
a bubble suspended, a pleasure spike
postponing look and feel
to catch the deal, to chase another try

projecting tomorrow without a light
absorbed by strengths that rule the night
pretending it will be, you talk to me
while silent all this time

ignoring tomorrow is feeling like
a bubble suspended, a pleasure spike
a box of moves is lost in mind
bypassed by rituals freezing time