I can't just spit
in a hurry shit
as punctual as this.
Biding my time,
line by line,
sip by sip
of a cold Heineken.
Checking the sign again;
Though, I already know
I am heading in the right direction.
Imperfection is as natural
as holiness is not;
Cause if you leave it on the vine
for quite some time
it starts to rot.
While others find I pay no mind
I take in quite a lot;
Words don't come to just anyone...
Outspokenness is just a curse
or blessing that I got;
Analytical conclusions
overflowing from my pen...
Though I try a million times
to shut my eyes
they just keep opening again;
Though I know that now is not the time
for the sake of all unspoken crimes
I just keep wondering
-when-
the truth you seek to find
don't waste your time
reading public documents, my friend...
Try Alice Bailey or Anais Nin
and if you're not convinced;
I'm sorry about your issues with doubt
but the truth may be to difficult
for you to comprehend;
See-
It doesn't really matter what you did here
in the end...
If the losers never lost,
how would the winners ever win?
And eventually,
like everything else,
you will be forgotten.