Throwback Thoughts

This random assumption that I will succeed,
A lie I've never believed.

They cornered me asking superficial questions.
Again and again, let me be!

I don't have any real answers.
All I know's what I can read.
And my vision is always in reasonable question.
I saw you, crying, smoking weed.

I'll always be peeling skin, watching you sulk.
It'll always be May in the cold break from Summer.
You'll always be pining for a sense of completion.
And one day I'll see it all fall once again!

This random belief I will fail,
The only truth I can depend on!
Yet, leaves me anxious and spinning in the dark.
If I could take back insults, I wouldn't try.