It’s hard not to lean,
Harder than imagined,
Leaning on our own understanding,
Loving firm crutches,
Unknowingly crinkle the flow of communication while on hold.
The Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.
Drool hanging from my mouth like what are you talking about I’m stumped,
Cobwebs as twisted braids yeah they’ll fade and I’ll see.
It’s hard avoiding sideways blindside ways.