Good morning, good evening, good night.
If only one person to send this to.
They've no care for many that care say it to them.
Mute are half the expressions in my mind.
Fighting not to wonder my place.
Where may I fall, how can I tell.

Its only dementia to think I'm just an afterthought.
Surely, I know I'm more than that.
Or am I only debris awaiting to be salvaged and rebuilt.

Trying is not a crime.
But prying from thine time is grim.
Walking the streets with my feet and mind doesn't assail the pain.

Yes I've committed a crime
but sure HE wont leave me no day alone.
Not even the one YOU sent
To rest my head on is always there.
Not even my friend, to no one I can lay it on them.

Working favors those are all the words
The exchange of tongues use
No one really cares if this is
A real good morning, good evening, or good night.
Its just a prefix or suffix for the favor they've asked.
For there's no answer soon, later, or after
If I just say it because I meant to say it.

Good morning, good evening, good night.
Guess its avoidance of the void in the meaningfulness of such words.
If someone cared and I needed you to respond
Guess its better not to lead a farce and leave me in silence.