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Absolution
I guess it depends on the time of day
When my mind is opened or closed
The people surrounding and those left to sway
They haven't effected me, nor have they changed me
Could you a suggest a solution or two?
Something different to pull me through
Everlasting with a chewy center
And maybe now, I'll choose something new
I suppose you could say I'm wrist-deep
In that which I've learned to avoid
And maybe I'm hypocritical
Why would that matter; all would stay the same
I haven't finished with you
Yet I can't figure out what to do
And I'm learning the principles of being wise
Logic's becoming more and more involuntary
I've made distinct appearances here and there
My face isn't one that would be proper to share
I'm trying to get better, trying to achieve
That which, for years, had been right in front of me
And for now I can say
It goes to show
What I could've done without moving my feet
And just opening my fucking mouth.
