Crashing close to comfort,
I ran the needle through.
Caught it on the other side,
Where my unsteady hand was waiting.
For just a moment,
I felt like I was in heaven,
But soon enough,
Reality returned to my perception.
Fools’ errands are made
By sillier men than me.
What was I thinking,
To try to outsmart fate?
To lay it all out
For the world to see,
To be so indecent,
What came over me?
I will promise myself,
Never to repeat my mistake.
I will be faithful to the truth,
And stop chasing the wind.
If only I could figure out
How to escape my destiny!
If only I could speak the truth,
Watching my words so carefully.
I will try to do better.
I will not jump at the latest fad.
I know there is more to life
Than being burned and getting mad.
What’s the point of taking chances
When there is such a sure thing
In the ways of learned wisdom,
Not one stupid, wild fling?
I will do according to the book
I was given as a child.
I will use careful speech
I will be so meek and mild.
Never will they recognize me
From my days of craziness.
Never will they think to fry me,
Like that day of reckoning.
I will be the opposite
Of my nearest tendency.
I will be something different.
I will set myself free!
Stumbling along the sidewalk 