I always have to speak again
To see if the right words will tumble out
Wishing I could start the scene anew
Like an actor on “Scene Two”.
Thousand thoughts edited out of every daydream
To fester knee deep on the cutting room floor.
Restless scenarios jostle elbows to feature
In the final technicolour picture
That will see the light of day.
If I could only take back the wrong things
Make it all begin again
So that this time it won’t be the same.
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