To count all the times I’ve seen
You frame your own mind
In the realities of your world
“Time is yours to kill”
This wasted breath
And wasted speech
You’ve been the same person
My conscious is clean
Act out then
Transcribe your guilt
Your grudges are weak
The things you have to say
Don’t interest me
I know the mouth that spews it
Depressed and grave
Bitter distaste
Seed in drought
Bitter distaste
Depressed and grave
Buried in the noise of your own voice
But I can’t hear you
Action over sound
I’ve lost your words
No wisdom found
What a loss of words
No wisdom found
Cure yourself
Self reflect
In the way all things change
Upend respect