Mea Culpa


If I had the time I'd write a book
but then I would feel vain
And deep inside I'd always look
Embezzling such shame
And all the tears I had to hold
And all the words withdrew
And as the years will turn to old
I want to be with you

And even as the front sets in
And all these leaves will die
Despite the heavy sad feeling
I've been surfing through time

What is it worth in this dark end?
Trying hard to escape
Oh so hurt I cannot mend
But drown in my self hate
I'm oh so sorry I'm a fool
To hard to educate
I'm but a loser oh to true
A truly tragic fate

And even as the front sets in
And all these leaves will die
Despite the heavy sad feeling
I've been surfing through time

Now I forgot what's real and fake
A fault of my dumb feat
And I forgot to feel the pain
So I admit defeat
And even as the front sets in
And all these leaves will die
Despite the heavy sad feeling
I've been surfing through time

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A bit of a somber memoir to act as a prelude of my poetry. And so it begins...