I can start,
But I can't finish,
My valid thoughts soon diminish,
All these interactions make for good distractions,
But I'm well aware when I'm lying,
Even if just to me,
Cause the better half that knows it,
Lets the other half just be,
Lets it relish in its bliss,
Waiting all the while to say,
"Oh what a mess is this!"
Too hard a fall,
I misread it all,
And now I'm left regretting,
Having made things so important,
Which now seem worth forgetting,
Never certain a lesson-learned,
Almost always a corner turned,
If only I wouldn't go in circles,
Perpetually seeing the same sights,
Never sure of another way,
I rise and fall from the same heights.
