You can consent to a life misspent
in perpetual torment
waiting on that right moment
the deferred appointment
with the incident resisted that's
dreaded but inevitable
or craved but unreachable
There's a tomorrow, you say
still time to borrow from a day far away
for those words as you fumble for
that clock-stopping jumble
When you open your mouth
and it all pours out tumbling
while you stand at the brink
wondering if you're really,
Finally.
Saying what you think.