Floating on maybe, hasn’t paid off yet.
Twisted sore neck absent from receiving important directions.
God, I haven’t been squeezing my teeth hard enough in my battles.
Five minutes in I’m done, what’s for lunch plus I’ll add a bonus.
Urgency non-existent I swing but miss it, I’m talking about looking above.
Frustrated by my efforts, I’m missing so many keys, giving nothing expecting to stay on the course, while failing this course it’s a tragedy.
Oh, watch me misbehave pretending praying won’t help me be saved from mazes I build in my flesh to keep this brain busy completely inept.
Oh and I’ll write this while I’m crying, so much wrong inside and I just feel like maybe, I should crawl under a rock so you won’t see me.
I’m sorry, I really don’t know why you love me sometimes.
I’m not supposed to say it out loud.