a night, weekday.

your difficulties
my shortcomings
Whose mistaken for a fool
Our do-se-do swing
you throw out this
And I just sit back
You throw out that
Yet I won't strike back
cross my arms, legs and eyes
all at once
give me your best shot
(I already beat you to the punch)
Vehement
Angry 'bout the pain
and the restlessness
That I harbor
Release is needed
"Will I ever be At Peace?"
I ask the man on the ceiling
(I see the moon, are you staring at it too?)