I have said things I didn't mean, The kind that you don't apologize for, Until they know you didn't mean them, Sometimes I pretend to feel things, To protect someone else's feelings, If I keep saying things I don't mean, Maybe one day I'll mean them.
What is this sense between my eyes Do we aim to do our best Imperfect form Intentions less Creative flows Mixed in with work and rest See the signs laid out ahead Connecting lines in time Progress starts from the chest
Silently humbled by birth Too late to care in such positions Both paused in bumbling notions of joy and despair Times condition gapes and separates Layers merge Control lost, costs constructed Impacted foresight of what might Tight lines blind
All answers are finite
To suggest anything less incrementally raises discrepancies We do not falsify intentions When mentioned only give to thyself what is true Where we see the other in you In what could be Is and was Nothing exist but her