child

You tore it from me, like fruit not yet ripe, and I'm sure you are sick from it.
Why so impatient? How do you drive such skill?
this splinter killing all that could be.  I pray for the best
you are waging war with your self. Draga sora, how many times?
my track record should speak
but you turn your deaf ear…

I am hollowed out with assurance and a birth room speech.
I, too, am child like and petty.

please open your time clock...the rest of the way.
i standing here, but soon sitting will drive my legs past your plot.
I am not in control and you should know that you are not either.
we both melt at different speeds

I just want you to ask
                        to know that you don't know.