Things come out wrong when I try to write my wrongs in pen
In ten days I’ll be doing one of two types of time:
either time spent sitting and sleeping and waiting
or time spent sitting and sleeping and learning.
I guess I’m not too quick when it comes to confessions of carelessness
I have a habit of avoiding caution and careful conduct
I’m calloused and confused
and my bones are bruised
and my soon-to-be present
will be spent serving time in a room or a cell.
My second sight of the wise old hermit
made me feel like wising up a bit myself.
He seems not to want me no matter all the times I’ve tried to travel to his doorbell.
He must be waiting for something I have yet to give.
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC
Things come out wrong when I try to write my wrongs in pen
In ten days I’ll be doing one of two types of time:
either time spent sitting and sleeping and waiting
or time spent sitting and sleeping and learning.
I guess I’m not too quick when it comes to confessions of carelessness
I have a habit of avoiding caution and careful conduct
I’m calloused and confused
and my bones are bruised
and my soon-to-be present
will be spent serving time in a room or a cell.
My second sight of the wise old hermit
made me feel like wising up a bit myself.
He seems not to want me no matter all the times I’ve tried to travel to his doorbell.
He must be waiting for something I have yet to give.
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