and all the things i ever knew
and all the things i meant to do
and all the truths that i hold true
are nothing, nothing next to you
and all the things that i must see
and all the things that i must be
and all the truths that set me free
are nothing, nothing now to me
i don't know half the tricks you use
the turns of phrase the words you choose
the games you play the words you say
the way you win each time you lose
but all the things i ever thought
and all the lies i ever bought
and all the lessons that you taught
all long forgotten. i fell short.
Little Black Book by Wayne Myers