Poor Association

A chance to see the other me
Is coming soon on the next full moon
Why did, why did it happen?
Maybe the masters lied (so true)
I kiss with my lips your fingertips
A word comes out you scream and shout:

"Cut out, cut out her tongue
To stop my endless words" [...]
I burn the book before they took me
To the room, the interview room
No choice, no choice but to nod
I write cat, cat on the pad (poor association)

My dada voice that had no choice but to put me in a cage
I walked to the wall, turned 'round
Walked back, sit down [...] as
I look into the mirror and understand my dream