i am in dire need of the proper decisions
ones of construct and thought
ones that land me in a sunny position
as opposed to the current crop of shit
that i seem to pluck from
my blank disposition

thinking in grunts and hisses
dreaming in boos and pisses
only cuz its so damned hot
and only cuz that side of the bed
is so damned not

im tired of being that late bloomer
watching the rest of the field grow
to remarkable heights
while i watch from the shade
spying on the others mistakes
but never actually learning from
any of my own

and i never walk
i only shuffle
and i look to the ground
and create a mumble
tiles that i count on the path
always leading back to you

those permanent mistakes
those wishes
i wished i never made