Topic: Open conversation.
“I need you to know, friend,
My mind was in a daze.
I hope that we can make amends;
I’m sorry it went wrongful ways. “
You mean a lot to me, and its progressively mounting. I never thought I’d be the one on the other side of the line, but I am. I want to paint over the line and act like it was never there. I also want to kick some dirt over it, hiding it. That’s not me though. I saw that line, and then I was one step ahead of it. Three steps behind.
My head was a jumble of everything. I was here, but somehow there. I closed my eyes and I swear I could see you. It’s funny how our minds work. I wish mine was ahead of the game. It gradually turned into the game. I couldn’t escape the game, and I couldn’t win it. There are no winners or losers here this time my friend. There is only the daze that follows. Questions are posed, and I can’t answer them.
“Put into a daze,
I’ll make my way out.
I know without a doubt,
That there are prices to pay,
But I’ll pay in cash.
I’ll land in debt.
I’ll feel the brunt of that lash,
But I won’t let you go and fret.”