If I could just keep my mouth shut.
I can feel my better judgment shaking her head.
A knot is forming in my gut.
No one cares about where you've been, what you've seen, what march you led.
I ache to be poised, to shine like a beacon of grace.
Instead, I watch eyes glaze over.
Because let's face it no one can keep pace.
Keeping me calm is like finding a four leaf clover.
I just want to curl into a corner and hide.
Because I just can't do mysterious and I dread normal.
My mind just likes to take everyone for a ride.
I just want to bring everyone in, no need to be formal.
I just wish I could sometimes keep my mouth shut.