I am a shadow of my own impulses
A token of spoken affections
Derelictions and broken intentions
Spent too often to mention
Because I get bored far too easy
Have to slip sideways out the door
Usually hang up the phone before
I or the other person can say goodbye
I say goodnight more often than good mor
I am more reactionary then I claim

When I abstain it is on a whim
Or from lack of opportunity to commit sin again
I am as whimsical as the wind
When I swim in what other men bend in
Or break for

Arrogant and insecure
Impure and spiritual
The dissonance of me is expansive
Without trying I am lying to myself
More often than naught I get caught
When I claim to be rational
The truth is I’m really not