don’t ask me what they’re all about—these words so devoutly spewing from my mouth
as if some great meaning i espoused to riot in while you were out
in the runes of my reality
“i don’t know why” remains
the grandest understatement
from little trains of thought wasted
on the road to re-evaluation, to the nick of time, and elation
rest assured, i might not be
safe to say; whatever said meant
you’ll never remember; what’s to forget
the facts so displayed without regret
defenseless, so intended
so, why not dispense with any more pretenses
and simply be on our way
just to know we’ve done it is enough
that’s all i have to say
