Never enough time
you were always leaving
2,000 miles of nervous
Yet still you're thieving
I'm conceiving a drink
no - conceiving is not the word
I imagine - I don't think
presently - it occurred
I'm drinking a drink
Still - I'm bitter and troubled
Someone is leaving
my confusion is doubled
and I'm perceiving
most certainly
my insides are cleaving
I've learned
it's better to get weird today
than die tomorrow
Montezuma - as you know
grew old this way
It helps me not sink - its what I need
It's not about power (?)
Am I?
My flower flies west
I'm stuck with the sun
deceivingly grieving.
