It must feel so great To dispense advice From the Pez container of your mind.
I wish I could figure Myself out As easily as you have
I wonder what it’s like Never to take a chance Never risk or bleed
Maybe that’s why You don’t miss People when they go
There’s no messy layers where you live Just flat surfaces that Extend forever
I woke up from a nightmare once And realized it was my life Even in my dreams Images haunted me Demons just don’t vanish from A corrupt and jaded past They hang around And reappear
In well-meaning advice