Scottie Lynn

And I am not yet satisfied
Not by the unsurprising dissolution of our welcomed stay
More intimately the quest of resolve that I alone shoveled
into blackness, the deepest ditch available for any transit
I scorched my own knuckles, held under the sky too long
If fear, able to give birth, spawned this course of action
Allow me to place motion in rotation
Courteously propelling a common find
Give me no hollow words, and don't promise to meet me halfway in shallow murky rivers
Because you've already proven you can't swim
And now you dare cast your own story, devoid of artistic relativity
When did you feel so solemnly close?
Those moments I shared sleeping breath with you, I wanted to grab hold of the artificial landscape and slap my goddamn hand across its willfully tormented grounds, uprooted and erected by my own indulgences
Yet I did in fact claim it then
Many mistakes invite a seasonal change
Few who resonate to duty offer proverbial mange
Though i felt for myself, born to do so, it was no unaccomplished deed
I attested a greater hope in vicinity of our contradicting tasks
You misled me for a reason
I ate up the time line of an extended interlude
And I continually nailed my own coffin shut
Please forgive me.
I ask for your time
To simply take mine