I am contemplating all my faults
Arranging them in rows and columns
And then in wind storm decision
Promptly forgetting them
Slept since then and never more do I
Call upon the kings and queens to tell me I could really do better.

I run on sentences and letters quickly
Escape the fact that full stops matter
Avoiding rhymes and clear cut patterns
Three point one four one five nine
Two six five three five eight nine
Seven nine three two three eight four six.

I was never worth the time I spent
Defining myself and my clear cut corners
I want to spread out and have no name
And be enigmatic with charisma
But I can't in this city town village house room chair
So I'll spend more time waiting for the future crosshairs.