Abuse me and misuse me,
please you would be doing me a favor,
what I think I know and the difference
of the truth are so far apart, getting ahead
of anything would send my body and spirit to
practically, nothing.
I have noticed this, in each lovely
disaster, I pour more of my answers, and
dignity, even if in small portions, they go
out the door, nobody since has cried.
In other territories I've grown,
the numbers adding the same,
when you are so young everything seems that
way, flowing, when its over wisdom
will come, and knowing
that your mistakes only took off life, instead of
adding knowledge in it.
