Choosing by the hour my confessions;
Reap what you sow.
Emotions will not grow,
Give away possessions,
A slow, ineffective
Decision
As you well know.
I am only a voice
I don’t do this from choice;
But I am in your head
I want to tell you to go
But instead
Probably go to bed.
Will that be the end?
I would not kiss and show.