It’s silly and I know it,
Have always known in my fist sized heart
That it’s not right, something is not right
And when I look over my shoulder, I see the same mistakes strewn over the path
The path I carelessly walked on, tearing flowers from the left and throwing them on the other side
I knew it wasn’t right, something wasn’t quite okay inside me
Was it a disease?
I am Foolish, I know.
But so are you, reading my muses which may not even be true.
It’s in my head, I don’t know what to think
It’s a blur.