Bumped into another act of indecisiveness
Closeness and a bang
Hit hard, sloshed and spranged
yet to call it come more and thou shall we swang
Birds and Highs, Fires and fierwe flies
All i can see is dark patches and love dies
Faces and Traces, I recall all the places
Been and NOT being - still sloshed and spranged
I got bumped into yet another act of indecisiveness