I am able to make myself thoroughly disgusting
To the ones who formerly liked me
That is why my poor soul is sore
And my pockets poor

Officially poor, but that's ok,
Having money spoils me.
I am also able to hide
All my flaws for a while

Until they discover
What I tried to cover
With voice, words and strokes
Anything in reach

But I never take, anything
From anyone
I wait until I’m given, everything
Of the extraordinary kind

Like a path toward a goal
Some lessons toward a dream
And the closer I get the more I fear
What I want but never take, rather I wait

For it all to come by me
Land in my lap, gently
And then I jump, let it all slide
Down my knees

Sob for a while, shake and scream
Because, who can really take it,
So close a dream
I sit back down and bend to raise

From the floor what’s left of praise
I once received and was encouraged
Never to bury and again I gain courage
To hold on my lap and sweetly pet

Two types of notes, some paint and forget.