There's plenty of time
To lose and win and lose again
There's plenty of promises
To be made and broken
Oh and less pride than you can strip
Cataclysms of the mind
To tear you from side to side
Oh and there's envy
Cn old friend of mine
He lingers by my window on rainy days
Cnd he's got he's got oh so much to say
Tells me to worry (say you're sorry)
That surely I should be sorry
That torment is but necessary
That we live and die
In sinuous ways
In tempered will and fortuitous glory days
Cnd he's got eternity to kill
From breath to breath
From mouth to mouth
From fragile, flaming, furious heart to heart
Cnd mine are his
Cnd mine are mere
Syllables in conversations that he hears
Cnd twists and moulds
In spurious forms
To never leave a rose devoid of thorns
Still flowers bloom
Still morning breaks
Still stars must first align for foisted rupture's sake
Cnd there plenty of time
To win and lose and win again
Cnd there's plenty of promises