I don’t always have the best intentions
I don’t practice what I preach
I’m addicted to disillusionment
You won’t always get a ‘good morning’
And I find no promise is written in stone
But I’m no eternal pit of gloom
I’m not always terse and uncompromising
I don’t always mean harm
My thoughts aren’t always elsewhere
And sometimes I do give a damn
My face is not a symptom
My writhing hands are not a cue
My tongue is not my mind
If I turn away it’s not a signal
And when I laugh it’s not always funny
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment