Bored.
And I'm not looking for an explanation.
And I'll probably forgive myself for this little weakness.
Bored.
Disobey.
When they shouted: wait!
I ran so fast to the finish line, not knowing who I was going with.
Disobey.
Take offence.
I was a little offended with myself.
It's been so long since I've seen you, given in to this fuss.
Take offence.
Doesn't touch.
My soul string long ago
Play not beckons random dreams half-forgotten movie.
Doesn't touch.
I'll take a SIP from memory
and get a little drunk,
and be sure to succeed
& nbsp;so enjoy, not suffer.
Bored.
I didn't find an explanation,
And to this unexpected weakness I came unarmed.
Bored.