oh! oh I might have survived
gripping firm on all the wrong choices
I hear my heart no longer beat
I keep to my armchair seat
and hear it sizzle in a frying pan
drip drip drip! roasted! grilled.
I do not mind not feeling
not knowing of the haphazard rhytmes
that people play, or are played by
Life!
I do not submerge in my own sea of despair
I do much regret those days
memories of that pounding heart
of those unmade mistakes
and the supreme love
imprisoned by wrong words.