You anger yourself ,
You let the annoying
Overcome the enjoyable.
You fill your head with countless
Assumptions which lead to the distance.
The excuse that ends your own faults
No need to attend to my worries
Those moments are merely buried
Now hurry
find the next thing to fit your justice
That was not in any form suitable to the address.
I express at a routine depth
That measures the distance
Not acquired for your precision.
I have faded away ..
- Curtis Lee Brumfield III