I didn't say that
I didn't mean to say that
The moment I said it
I regretted it.
I didn't mean...
what I meant to say
was that I couldn't quite know at the time
what I know now.
Which is always the way, isn't it?
Just when you think you know.
You don't.
And then you have to start all over again.
And I wouldn't have said it
I wouldn't have done it
When you think that we are judged
Not by what we say
But by what we do
and doing nothing is still doing something
is still making a choice
a choice to not decide
to not make a choice
to not upset the apple cart
so to speak
so they say
as the saying goes
And all I really would want right now
is to know
to know
to really know
what is inside that heart of yours
what is behind that smile of yours
what is underneath that hat of yours
up that sleeve of yours
above that head of yours
around that bend of yours
stuck in that craw of yours
because I'm leaving the gate
blindfolded
with one hand tied behind my back
So
Could I have cream with that?
Splenda?
A lid?
A straw?
Some ketchup?
Salt?
Irony?
Just give me irony.
Just give me irony.
Irony is free.
Well,
Not free.
But cheap.
Very cheap.
So cheap.
It might as well be free.
