if I knew what I was doing

I wouldn't be doing this

I'd be living a real life

with a purpose and a meaning

instead of just mourning a past

that will not let me go

that confuses me with apprehension

that suckers me by looking like a future

if you think you can do better

go ahead

stumble on your ignorant call

get hanged by the nuts of your judgment

but I have much for which to atone

much I wasted I must restore

I'll have to take that as my purpose

and forge that meaning for my being

knowing nothing but awaiting the sound

of the mouth that will whisper my true name

awaiting the ears that will hear this

awaiting the heart that will receive

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.