I’ve made a pass at my soliloquy
Forgetting every word as it passed lips
Tripping my tongue on the triplet
Tempting me to just fucking quit

What is art if miscreated
Passed on and abated
Bite my tongue to invite the sympathy
And curse this pass at my soliloquy

What humps lie shall they be passed over
To frolic the fields as they burn
Over and over and over…

(And I erupt triumphant
Every
Damn
Time

So why should I fret?

Ay, there’s the rub
As it is rubbed and rubbed
It burns salty -- suddenly
Sweet

Pacify again ‘fore I scream)

Let it be known then
That I have not known
Anything else since…

Because of such
These words remain perched
Fearing the out
For the miles shall sedate it
And the pass of time will finally eat it

So, where can I run
To catch up with my thoughts
For to be nearer to you
This has to be done

Then and only then
Can I declare what I have won