For now I'll just follow in the ancient tradition
Of the habit I keep trying to break
But it's taking forever 'cause i keep walking and letting it in
It's always got to come out in the end
Why put it in in the first place?
I guess to say you had begun
Did you ever think? Or just sit and breathe?
Unhappily content with the world that you lived in
Just running to try and see
looking back you could've just laid on your belly
Aching softly
Eating thoughts
And saying words you should have written down
But just run
And lie down later
Write down eight or nine
Solid, partial phrases
Out of breath and knowing
You should've laid down in the first place
Next time you'll know better
Keep writing it down