In the town. The start of day. The father thinks in sadness. On why his daughters went away. On youth and other madness. I know we don't choose who we love. And malice is so human. When your principle's no good. It's time to find a new one. I was brought up to believe. That to avoid disaster. In life as in your dreams. You've got to be the monster. When you've done your very best. When things turn out unpleasant. When the best of men take bribes. Isn't it the fool who doesn't?. In the town. By the house. The journalist is waiting. And near this place. There is a space. A subject contemplating. You've got your keys to get back in. You've washed your face so you can smile. You've got your pockets full of lending cash. Your ticket to the ladies mile. You brush away a flake of zinc. Advance toward the street outside. You close your mind so you can't think. The hide the ride the tide. But the scenes come rushing in. Like eels into your net. And it's just like Joseph said. Another walk you can't forget. But you push into the bleak. Where all the women walk in fear. Another three-word phrase. The near the clear the dear. You're a lonely little girl. Who just wants to please her dad. So you thought you'd be a nurse. Just like your mother had. But you make the patients worse. And the doctors know you're bad. (Better get back to the oracle). The oracle in this case. Is a message on your phone. It says where you go. Gravity has gone. You know this is true. But you want to speak of love. Prediction and ambiguity. Go hand in glove. The oracle in this case. Is a face on your wall. It says where you go. People will fall. And near this place. There is a space. A subject contemplating. And in the town. The sun goes down. No-one investigating.