Roaming Notes

no one promises anything like the things you’re promising me, so my suspicions are simmering, even though I wanna believe

and if the benefits outweigh the consequences it implies, is that enough to sway my mind?

do I have a fickle integrity? do I have a fickle integrity? I like to think I don’t, but I just might

so, who’s that guy in the looking-glass, staring at me, like I’m a fool? I used to think I knew him, but that time has passed it’s like jumping from a plane with no chute

and as the ground is racing up to meet me, I have time enough to reconsider what I’ve done

the dance is erratic and raving at best, it resembles a flame, but mostly I’m not as much a flame as a moth