When the pool of time wasted is filled to the brim,
you wonder if you ever did learn to swim,
a futile attempt to stay hidden,
tasting the sweet and forbidden,
- just one of the weirdos who dove in head first on a whim.
Time might never heal, it's too soon or too late,
you never leave any decisions to fate,
distractions arise willy-nilly
embracing the random and silly,
- these are the makings of daring and messy and great.