Apr 02, 2008 00:55
Searching for the words escaping,
they used to come so clear,
at least to me it seemed
But they used to flow from fear.
Searching for a comfort in knowledge
looking like I need to know more
I try because I know I'll simply
never live up to that.
Valiantly caught up
in someone else's drama,
and someone else's love,
and everyone's passion,
now my empathetic ass,
has a big phat scratch on it.
So relieve me please
and I'm not asking you,
I'm asking me.
First I have to relocate some things
Reinterpret some beings
Re live my intentions
And exercise my disagreeing
In a diplomatic fashion of course,
coach.
Thank you.
But for your records,
I'm looking for myself
only, I'm caught up in you now
Give me my time
I know we've been fore warned not to rush things
But give me a chance to change and move around
Don't question too suddenly
those questions make me untruthful
because my first honest response is to please
then I think back and how am I checking in with me?
Just time, that's all I need.
Well, also reminders
but besides encouragement, advice and a consultation,
That's all, you'll see.
And sometimes...
I just need some fucking sleep.
Peace