incompatibility

My own stupidity kept you from me
Same little thoughts get out of that frame of mind
These circles aren't funny anymore


My own futility will get the best of me
That endless ending like pollution again
Too old to don that perfect face


My own ability makes very little of me
The green I can't help show to you
Reflects the red in your eyes


My own hosility will be the end of me
Until it happens I won't let you know
And when it does I'm sorry

writing
© ross baker 2008