criminal

it was evident where the placings went, for i would've never heard something liddat in those times.

maybe i did wrong, maybe im a criminal. but i do not know when what where, and that stinks the most. when you've done wrong without knowing

getting the strength to even face now seems harder than lifting the full slap of weight in the gym. ponder ponder and bang its too late. rashness and hestinence all lead to nil, looking for something in between.

this diminishing probability fickles the small candle i hold, but it shall never be extinguished, as long as i believe.