Promises

I want to say things I left unsaid

But that would make me uncool and unled

There’s sometimes no reward for reciprocities

I can’t force fake proposals

There’s no synchronicities

I want to say the things I left unsaid

I can’t pull a tarot card and believe my head

I’m not in a state of conscious

I’m a state of the unconscious

I can’t say the things I left unsaid

It’s left me under and in endless dread