It’s lazy, like I forget that I should be concerned about something right now,
But I just roll my shoulders,
Smile and don’t let my mind linger on one thought too long,
I can’t be responsible for what it strays to,
I can’t control her,
Though I pretend I can, pretend I care,
Tied down and yet able to cut the bides that tie me as easily as they ensnare me,
Is that what it means to be a coward?
To always have an escape in case things got messy,
In case you got messy…?
Ready to run when feelings get to deep, the emotions run to high they can’t be contained in a single instance,
And I can’t reason with them.