Habits don't look good on you
You stutter, say its not true
You never have nothing though you say you do
Believing this only makes you a fool
Force this rhyme through dirty teeth
Wisdom is something you will never meet.



I try to write words that mean something, you know?

But nothing comes.

Occasionally I'll get fragments of phrases that put a twist on reality, but its difficult to piece them together when I hardly know what the picture is supposed to be.

I write my best when I'm not trying. You can't force a caged bird to sing beautiful harmonies. Words seem not quite true. Without iron bars I breeze through.

Life is one big conundrum and I've forgotten the punchline to this joke. No one is laughing and I'm simply staring into the face of embarrassment and stifled giggles. Nervousness was always a companion of mine.

But I've never said, like its something I should be ashamed of. Without this nervous tick, I would be a fool. Though sometimes I'm a bigger fool for flirting with him.

Disaster is a cautionary friend, bent on riding in the backseat, windows up, telling you to hug the side of the road in case something should happen.

I forgot to listen once, and I floored it instead.

Life was never meant to lived in the slow lane.