I am never used to optimism,
I am only used to the humiliation in
the end,
the consequence,
and what daydreaming via excitement
can lead to.

I am never used to planning,
I think,
I don’t.

I am getting used to learning and growing
from the consequences of ambition
God knows where this jump roping feeling
in the mind can lead to,
and the tequila ******* in the heart can
push into.

I am not used to putting and bringing
people together without some form
of shock in my system.
I am the bad guy,
afterall.