the wheel of time will change you mind and if it doesn’t then something is wrong                   we can’t be right about everything and we learn as we go and learn as we grow              i wish i was capable of not having opinions until i had all the information, but that would take time and patience         the time i’m not so sure about, but i know i am short on patience         i hate being wrong, guess everybody does            but it hurts far worse to stay wrong      i don’t ever want to get good at apologies      in that they sound rehearsed or fake        if it means anything then the words should have a cadence like marching, not like a fish swimming out of ones’ mouth trying to escape a bigger fish     shouldn’t sound like i’m throwing my shit on you but that i’m owning my shit

read this carefully     [ sounds like your momma doesn’t it ]  i love life, love it, love it                                         but i don’t like everything about life

i get over it, takes my lumps and apologize when i give you one

not saintly            not perfect                 not always considerate

but i am accountable       thinks to the wheel of time

yes those are tire treads on my back…