Sixty Seven

Who can dream of empathy, sitting on a wall, too drunk enough to speak, why raise the stakes, a fear of being torn, the useless dates we make, I wait for the seasons, with my crown of thorns, giving up on reason, you'll arrive with grace, instead of cast forlorn, I have to act brave, you study me with ease, like i've been caught, pissing in the sea, lend a hand that shakes, absence is your call, understand why I hesitate, this is not really me, jellied to my core, a flower of deep uncertainty, you never wore.