An Apology From an Idiot

File in the hole
When you know your shot is shot
Try and remember
This is not the end as you never had a start
That's not an ember
Polite and honest
All around us
The jealousy rots
The undeserving
Underserving
The old and the lost
And all along I keep believing
Even when I am not
And what the others find
The others fine
The others allot
I want to find the others
Say I'm sorry
Tell them that I know
For all the listening
Equivocating
Whining from below
The only humor in the distance
Dripping melting running low
You tune your eyes and then you make it
It's in your eyes and then you make it



Credits
Writer(s): Yaron Kaver
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