Not going to walk your path; Roaming my own thoughts: Not trying to control you; Feel free to be the *** you are: Let it fly with my exit; Don’t expect me to right Your uncontrollable wrongs. Get along with it; I am gone.
Old Porsche parked on hill; Fall bitting in the air, As if these carefree days Of term papers and lectures Will last forever: The Zombies moaning On the radio about The time of the season. A hidden bottle of Jack Under the passenger seat Waiting for the barn fire. Beauty of youth and Nothingness on the cusp Of meaning and purpose.
It's on me. Guilty for feeling. The weight of crises. Accepting some don't. Too heavy for some. Too constraining for them. They take a little. To know the limit.
Will I never again, Glow with expectation, Feel the touch of lightening. Will I never again, Be the one that wants, Be needed to fulfil. Will I never again, Be so close to perfect, Embraced in rich together. Will I never again, Feel the pull, To never end.
Side step, swoop under; Avoid the troubled heart of things; Cautious thoughts held inside; Not a maneuver, not a plan; Trembling, lying smile Playing at awkward lips. Searching eyes and busy hands; Trying to hide the known. How do you not look suspicious When caught solid.
Rush by with ease; Make a hasty move; What were you thinking? Letting the shine across the lawn in dewy night. No quiet can hide. Turn it out. Go to bed. Leave it alone. Pretend it's unknown. Never admit sin still done.