Let’s get a pencil, and a pad;
start taking notes
on every corner of the world
that we will probably never see.
We’ll list the food we’ll eat
And booze we’ll drink
But leave some room to speculate on other things,
Such as: who’ll be picking up the bill.
It could be May, or even June,
Before I have my shit together
Even half as much as what it’s going to take
To get us there.
And I completely understand
If my priorities don’t sit as well
As you would like them to sit
With your own priorities.
And I’m fine with that.
Though I will try adjust
as much as I can muster,
if this week won’t bring another
change your trust will fall asunder.
And I’m not fine with that.
Put your trust in that I aspire to give you more.
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