Infinite Succession, An Exercise In Futility
Don't be surprised if I forget your name
It's nothing personal, you understand?! I just don't play these games
It's not for pride or because I'm reluctantly shamed
It's because I moved on the day's fruit was my aim
I know that I promised to be this or do that
But those promises were lies, a fortress quelled by facts
I know that you loved me and that word's lost it's meaning
But you have to forgive and let time begin healing
My pride stepped in front not allowing conceding
Insert foot into mouth, how bout now are you seeing?!
It's just your prerogative telling all of your woes
Cowardly kinder as your weapon tale concoction seep flows
Now I became scapegoat for your truth and the lie
Ignorant, veinly feigning false pretense of you, oh my
I sit now and think "is this more time that I waste?"
"Should I be somewhere else breaking bread? Making haste?"
Just another conjunction of illusion regressed
If this is conclusion then there's no resolve, a test...
We just live confused, convoluted, unresolved and depressed....
Copyright © Ryan Feller | Year Posted 2021
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