disbelieving the evidence, just disinformation, don’t doubt it, time to choose, two paths, yet & nonetheless one rash, one planned
no understanding that plans goes awry, no one told me that well laid plans don’t get you laid in a way you want
poor-choices, each fork in the road, safely decided, and safe is a four lettered word
now forks stab from within they age souls, poison of chronic regrets, devils butterfly swim round head, how came it be, be,?
am I being?
no one answers but the forks, ting! reminder we now your best, worse, only friends
I’m twenty two for a moment (yet & nonethless), and the irrevocable, the deaf sensual, the all casual, doesn’t comprehend the choices are not choices at all, they are life or death