i. I really can’t remember you
don’t see this as a misconstrue
ii. Flipping pages everyday
that thing I never just did,
then I flipped boo’s leg and lid.
iii. Submitting words in pages that preach,
Procrastination sun, that I was
I gave up on you, I couldn’t teach
or fill my journal’s jar, what’s the cause?
iv. Don’t remind me of the promises made
I’d travel to places I read was true,
I’d work out more, I’d stop it with the brew.
I wouldn’t swear, woods bore ears to my quid.
All these traveled through the wind. God forbid.