Resolutions that didn’t follow me

I am not a part anyway

It’s that easy to pray they say

When are we unforgiven?
The when we refuse to flee
Or when we confuse to be?

These numbers remain unequal still
The count for unfortunate beauty
The canons, cans that we refuse to fill
The in and out of our own duty

Les miserable, the ash on the tray
The moment we know we’re all blown away
These are the consequences, i agree
My solutions still slowly flee from me.
What doesn’t drown wasn’t found in the sea

Leonell