Give me too much Until little it takes And I'll be wasting away In a field of either unthought or none No pace to set or mind to bind There is nothing of theirs In this most unkind form of lost
Truth without arrogance Flattery without flaunting mind Seeing your turned back I keep coming back to Just as those truer lost words you will probably never find
In such an unburdening lost Round yourself within another binding tie And be free of the circling expectative ring As this just ine memory molded makes my clay heart sing
And so I ask you this nothing now Can we just skip the second awkward remembrance and Can I just go ahead and buy you a cup of coffee or something ?
Inevitability and time are plagues On the human soul, the psyche, the mind Leeches leech And ticks borough But time and inevitability weave And sow so much of nothingness That without (God) There is no now