Excuses
My favorite excuse is that I’m lazy,
That I’m double minded,
And slightly crazy
They say that I should commit,
But I brush it off and say: “maybe”
Look at me,
Does it look like I know what I want?
No.
My mind will change
As fast as the time will change,
One second and I’m gone
Brand new and reborn
My hopes are few, then I’m torn
Second by second,
A new identity I adorn.
I just want to know
That I know what I want
So that I can exist
Without each breath leading to my death
And I will try for something
With all of me that is left.
That sounds best!…I guess?
I really don’t know.
Each new me comes down like fire
Then melts like snow
Leaving a slushiness of watery remains,
My soul loses hope
And in the side of the street it drains
Adding to the waste
Of space
In this mind that is displaced.
My excuse is that I’m running for the finish
But in reality,
It’s a fixed race
Because I’m only running away,
To a place that is comfortable and safe