Can't sleep staring at the wall
Thinking what's next moving on
What's happening isn't working out
Knew it was mistake
From the beginning trying to get there
Already knew the outcome
Positioned as the guy not just a spare
Filling in all this extra for short time
All the funk and gunk remains

I am restrained
from saying
what you really mean
by what I can't admit

this smooth part lies
accepting its ambiguity
under certain meaty fingers
searching I am searching

torque as a reason
for a stanza
a shortening of a cap
stop digging they say