If I could turn back pages maybe I would
rewrite some history
although what use would it do
I would be right here
upon a rotting piece of lumber
hundged over
staring into the flames

If I could show you what I see
when I peer into the thickets of brush
when I teeter on the edge of what could be
a halt to all that I know, or we know

If I could lend you some advice
take what you will
that this path led
was contructed on broken hopes
repaired by fallacies
continued on by what appears to be good will
although I peer through my windshield inlayed with insect

If I could splatter the worries upon translucent glass
under hard force I would
watch it shatter, explode into a million little specks
let it peel away with sunlight and rain

Maybe that is what I will do,
let everything decay like this log
set a blaze
may they ashes blow and wilther away
But who I am kidding,
it will be awhile before anything changes.