The Grassy Knoll

lonesome

maybe it's genetic

a long line of 

misunderstood

miscreant 

addled 

assholes

self important 

righteous and appointed 

maybe we've earned it 

though I am left 

rejoicing in solitude

while forlorn at the echos of my heartstrings

resonating 

through the sorrows i've forgotten to keep track of 

washing over me 

when I least expect 

to need a break

yeah yeah

everything is fine 

dont think 

too much about it all

it'll happen regardless

and if I just do it

it would be done already

but if I'm doing everything 

including myself

then what use do I have 

for anyone else