You my fool
Silly bum, same old aged faced squire
Ol' desires sink the same in the ocean
The reach the same, a struggle or a dance per corner
Level me this, riddle it ain't one nor two
We can both swim, truth be told float as well
Why have I so eagerly disappeared
If I meant so little to you
Why have you given yourself away
Once, or twice really
It has been told, I seem to recall
How these little, precious, things whose worth
Be told, surely, be worth doing slow
I was, perhaps, in the haste of mind, in a rush
I could apologize but I don't seem to have noticed
How poorly, little, belittle, you have seemed to have minded
My absence, it would appear!, has given you away
Lord, I have a confession of late
I happen to lie all the time
I am anything but close to fine
I identify poorly with who They say I am
The actions I have been linked to
Cause me grave pain and a general sense of confusion
Remind me, how to undo the tiresome soul crushing boredom
Of this condition, this fatal disease one calls Life
My deepest sorrow
Could be how thoughtfully I forget
Something.
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