I hold guilt like a treasure
But start to feel stupid
Hold on, I said, you don't know what I mean
Only what I meant

Well what I mean is constructed only of intent
Which hardly brings me solace
I'm counting on potential.

Only someone so privileged and used to being safe
Would act this way.

Well, I love you, and I hold it like a treasure
Because I think I've got some time
To make my life a little better

And pondering the outcomes given easier paths
Is inimical to my profession,
I want to stop going over those neural pathways