What I said
Isn’t even
In your phone book
You couldn’t access it
If you tried
Cause you don’t run
Or bark around
That sort of information
You don’t climb there
Or smell what I’m steppin’ in
And to a degree I suppose
It’s charming and sweet and precious
Yes, sure, out of one eye
But out of the other
It’s tired and perfunctory
Cause it takes no effort
To not see
It takes no strength
To not hear
If it is a try
It’s an empty try
Cause if I say
I don’t want to be
Yet lift not a finger
To stop the being
Then haven’t I chosen
Again and again and again
To be and be and be
And though my heart
May be right as rain
And free from malice
And free from mean
The neglect I didn’t intend
Is still neglect
And the me I’d rather become
Is a far off planet