time is your friend, not your enemy

there is always forgiveness

there is always transience

silence can be bliss

this too will pass, yeah

and that, as well, prolly, you know?

what can i say? details don't really matter
poetry doesn't really either
when you're a cockroach
rich liked that line
turning humans into cockroaches
i cribbed it from mckenna

i don't know what to express
but it's something i do

i sort of want to confess
but i sort of want to hide

i fucked up royal, what can i say?
i dunno - sometimes there's nothing to say
just downtime, yeah