Justdidntt

The soft insistence of your voice, fuck’em
a melody I calibrate my day by, over with 
Who tells you different, right or wrong, 
a compass spinning wildly, yet it's 
always pointing true without  me. 
Even when the evidence mounts, never
the logic buckles, the facts lean away, not taking the time to thoroughly givzah  
your version holds, a sturdy boat loads 
None of me is not writing any of this any or ever never has cattin off in different directions  givzah
Ify,sheet
 Are you wrong, then the definition shifts, 
the very color of the error fades to gray, 
Not gold this is my name 
Why do I  remain 
 
Compliclouds, 
heavy with unspoken things, by objects that have 
The last ,what?¿
especially when that certainty, 
Thinking about it carefully 
Then this weight is the extended 
constructed truth, 
It possibly 
is used, intentionally,, an inconsiderate 
Index  tourets
a lever, ahh,
 small key 
to unlock the cage
How my looking, 

Living the life on layaway,is it ,nah,
 they call their life. 
 say their life, because in the twisting 
iof this spared fool 
Has longer to no need to steer. 
No matter what characterized this individual 
To be build in a ,
Well ,y'all would have to say givzah 
 I say, y'all accomplished no to shay ,cause the energy procrastinates for more delay 
For this muthafuckas  layaway
How much y'all pay?......................

Worthlessness I sees to me and so did I say 
then the turning, the sudden need 
to hold you up to offer them this layaway plan 
For window  streamers like artilies 
Convincing whom stood  by your investim the  interest Till I enter my rest you hide for years , 
any  witness to see the shape of things, 
the undeniable proof of your why is it being. 
 Givzah
 the witness, often, steps back, is that, 
Why you do this man 
blinking in the sudden light of (pow oh shit)
Never mind 
They don't want any part of this 
Offended possibly 


Broken defense. 
Maybe, the thought sciences cold  drifts
maybe a path exists elsewhere, let's get the fuck out of here, 
Hey ,where you thought them leaving the oo
a clearing beyond this dense thicket, 
maybe you could do better, minding 
a different soil to garden 
Instead of this constant cutting down, 
this thinning of the possibilities, 
this endless argument over the soil, 
 killing off the simple chance to breathe, 
without the need to name  
I am a name  that hides not  behind the curtain, 
I'm lying 
or the shape that looms before the window, 

 
I say I see. 
I say I choose the clarity of my own seeing. 
I say I choose the path of if I could be 
Not 
An adjust that wasn't meant.

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