Such furious haste
take awhile to grow older...
Had I the time to tell you all that I have...
we could spend a good month in genial discourse...
'Fake it till you make it' is honestly
the worse advice one can give...
I left my dresser-drawer slightly open,
for your spirit to slip and escape this...
I know where all the time goes
though twenty years sped by in a flash...
My name, it is not Jack,
And I do not have a spring...
The life of me, a tree!
I am standing proud, as a two-hundred-year-old oak...
Souls, left to wonder
in the uncertainty of...
I know
what I am...
Com(pell)ing to some
a paedophile of the cloth...
This is all the life I have the energy for
Oh yes - of course I want more...
Sweet baby bird
with your wings burned black...