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I remember when it was all so tight and loose at once. The cloak and dagger were all that, and my love. I woke up with dastardly thoughts that would paint me the brightest smile. I miss them, I can't lie, I'd be a fool to do so. I see old friends, old colleagues, old means to make a buck. I tell myself I'm above it; 'That world ain't got nothing for you anymore Truant', I'll say so empowered. But it's there. I won't and can't forget it. The same friends and faces come up, but what they get back isn't the same anymore. Nah, they don't hear a man trying to break a fold; They hear a man trying to make a sale. Cheap. Beyond their stride of clandestine and danger - I'm thriving in a life of spotlights and proper wagers. You think I'd turn it up? You'd think I'd clammor at people's dirty little secrets like the rat - hoping for a snippet of a morsel because it tastes sweet? Again?! No no, my boy. While you are still in your own private romance of the world working; You are alone. I could vomit on those words. The lie I couldn't see as a truth. Pretty too, I thought my cloak and dagger methods could never see the sunshine - but I was wrong. Where you see your cleverness, I see my prospect. When you're about credit, I'm about stature. When you're asking for the streets to call your name and all you're getting is 'How much?' You'll know why I wised up. You're playing a fool's game, m'boy and I'm glad you'll never sully the title of a proper, well-to-do businessman. Very glad. - T | |