This is not original.
this is not your type of dribble.
a me, a my.
this is not me.
and I'm sorry that was the way I let you know.
If you think that this is my way,
goodnight, my friend.
Goodnight, my dear boy,
for the fact of what you may think I mean.
and for the fact you think that I lead,
and do not know where to put my hands.
but you really don't know me,
or what I'm attempting to say.
Just as I don't know squat about you.
I mean, maybe you are right,
maybe this is not the best reflection,
for how I felt.
I'll take care of my own shit,
in my own way.
I'll censor this now,
and let it be.
It'll be censored, in the present,
and in the future.
and no,
I won't put down the pen.
Just as I hope you never do.
