It's all my fault that I said nothing But it's not my fault that you said no
It's all my fault that I always no but it's not my fault they never say nothing
but at the rate that the world is moving and despite this state that I'm in I still managed to stop moving long enough to be trampled by tortoises and I somehow managed to be missed by the stampede
Sometimes I wish the turtles would get off of my back because they crawl so slow and time begins to ache
Sometimes I wish the stampede would target me and the last thing I would see is a violent crowd but I still imagine a mirage behind the mob
I have an invitation for the turtles; they can sleep on my back.