you’ll be accepting my apology for taking things too seriously
sometimes i’m old enough to to keep routines,
sometimes i’m child enough to scream for
everything i broke in two
you’re barely missing me, i’m missing you and everything you do
i really do
my once photographic memory for recollection’s sake is failing me
i can’t remember tor the life of me
sometimes i can think to recite words that i read and rewrite
my pens paint people that i’ve proven wrong,
but we move on
get a job where i can tell all of my accounts of someone else
i’m quick enough to judge that they were wrong and that we knew it all along
sing a long long-winded song i would be content to hum along
if i state that my fingers know where to show what everyone should have known,
i’ll let it go
hopefully you’ll forget that words that i put in print
my luck, you’ll change and have strength enough to walk away