Who am I to say?

I never do what I want, that’s such an obvious reason. That makes everything that you want come and go like the seasons.

It doesn’t matter sometimes whether you’re coming or going. You either fight with the current or end where the river is flowing.

Sometimes I want to believe in what you’re selling, and other times I’m correcting your spelling,

but at some point it could all go either way. And if it does, well, who am I to say?

I never say what I mean, so that’s why I took up singing. Maybe there’s more than that, but that’s all the baggage that I’m bringing.

You only hear what I say, but that’s not a conversation. And without a connection, anyway, not even good vibrations.

Now maybe your kind of trauma and mine aren’t the same, but that’s the same water under different names

And all of it is wet in its own way. And if it isn’t, who am I to say?

19 APR 2026

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