Nothing is ever certain
and yet how quickly I forget it,
forsaking my body
for the gymnastics in my mind
If there are happy endings
they are written in due time
in spite of ourselves, perhaps,
despite my hungry hysterics
Nothing is ever certain
and yet how quickly I forget it,
forsaking my body
for the gymnastics in my mind
If there are happy endings
they are written in due time
in spite of ourselves, perhaps,
despite my hungry hysterics