Are you still counting stitches
“Oh hell yes
I got emotional pus
To prove it”
Looks like an old cloak.
Been wearing it for some time
The weather changes
You wanna look “just fine”
Well, I’ve a nose for such things
Having been stunk myself
I try not to save those grudges
On a rotting emotional shelf
Circumstances accumulate
Choices are dynamic
Forgive and be forgiving
Is the path well lit
Or is the cloak just so familiar
Covering even your eyes
Matches the fashions of the season
Of well colored lies
