The thought of missing something.
Now it’s all clear.
The time we spent wasn’t real.
You must be lost, guided by Osiris.
Maybe your heart is made of fire:
White as falling snowflakes on that neglected mustang.
Yellow as an egg yolk split and fried.
Orange as used and abused construction cones.
Red as an unwanted apple, macintosh.
That’s some fire.
Let me avoid you.
That flame is insane.
Dim down, slow up.
Nobody else needs to get hurt.
I say this is a form of forgiveness.
Especially since you came from dirt.
Twigs, moss, lint- God only knows.
Go ahead and repent.
Time is of the essence.
We’ll never more forward.
You can be you.
I’ll be me.
The day I’m dead is when you’ll see.
I choose to play the game.
You chose to walk away.
But they were your rules.
So how, exactly, did you lose?
You weren’t invested.
Just like anyone else, your life was tested.
Now it’s time to repeat this course.
The material is the same.
Which professor did you choose?