I can't read minds
I don't read between the lines and I can't read minds
I was unsuccessful on my last three tries
you asked for my opinion but what you're seeking is agreement
so I toss what I was thinking in the trash like I don't need it
I do whatever works unless what works is inconvenient
then I kill the plan I had and act as if I'm in bereavement
I don't care about possessions and I know how hard success is
when successful at any level it don't feel like I expected
and regardless how I feel I have no choice but to accept it
sometimes the stuff that happens ain't as grand as its perception
that's just the way it is and that's how will explain it
if the statement that I'm making is too abrasive then I'll replace it
when I'm told I'm acting childish my ability to form
an excuse that I can use while I'm building me a Fort
goes right outside the door and I resort to getting petty
Richard Petty go in circles till civilities restored
Copyright © John Conde | Year Posted 2024
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