TIME TO VOTE

Remembering. There’s nothing else to do when there’s nothing new. I keep regretting… I shouldn’t have done that, I should’ve worn this hat. Where would I be now? A king or a tramp? A genie in a lamp? How would I feel now? As every word I meant or exactly as this moment? End of story: A cat caught my tongue to spit it out in a song. Since, I’ve been sorry for everything I’ve done that’s kept me hidden from the sun. 

But it’s only gravity. The weight of history. Now I wanna be amazed. I wanna be amazed.