Restless Monologue
Ought to trust ‘em
I said so all along.
Running inside my head
a restless monologue.
But I know in my depths
‘em runnin’ round the bushes,
tilling and watering the soil
cultivating excuses.
Ought not to have trusted ‘em
ought not to have trusted me,
for I killed my own intuition
that opens the blinds to see.
Ought not to have trusted ‘em
I said so all along.
Running inside my head
a restless monologue.
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