Do I need an excuse?

hands Poems

I kept my thoughts always to me-- no, no, I didn't need nobody else. I never needed nobody else. I kept my thoughts locked by key-- yes, yes, I could've kept it in myself. I always kept it in myself. They don't ever need to know, there's no reason; and maybe my moodiness is just the season. But we never keep on fighting when everything just throws us back down-- and it gets so rough when one has to keep biting just to keep you around. I'll never say these words outside of my head, they'll never be caught and spilled above your bed. I kept my thoughts always to me-- no, no, no, no, no, no, no, there ain't no key. Your heart is in your head but your head is torn apart, and maybe sadness is really art. I mean you see me struttin down that street, smoky, smoky, smoky me with a body that looks so beat. And maybe I'm tired and maybe I'm trapped, but that don't mean you can be up in me. You can never be inside me, I will always try to hide the key. If unlocked I will be a firecracker rising up in the night, going up, up, up and away, burning brilliantly on my chariot of smoke, sparks, and stars. I'm sorry, I have to keep my thoughts always to me-- no, no, no-- not yet ready to fall.