10 Years. 10 You

I didn’t love you early enough,
I may have blurred the lines several times
And when I lose my mind, everything follows
I’m sick, fake, too rated to tell the truth
because my ears had its own mother.
But I can tell now, at least,
the difference between faded and dead
the difference between differences.
I can look back, at least, and say
my ears are born again, sort of.

LARDO.