Time passes, I clock it and count it and use its passage to construct a defense or accusation depending on my need. I use the calendar to condemn you because my feelings do not have sufficient leverage for my mental calculations. To prize disappointment from this scene I watch the water-clock waiting for adequate drops to lift the flood gate and free me from your unfulfilled promise and my unrealized hope. How long is too long to stand in a quagmire? Why do I feel the need for permission to leave the quicksand?
Match persistence with cheer
Why is your face all red, asked my sponsor?
I didn’t get my way, I responded
And this crimson appearance is the result?
You see that it is
I was very careful about what I wanted
And worked hard to be reasonable.
And Baby , you were, you did nothing wrong
Your ego was in check
And you kept your expectations in proportion
Said my sponsor
Then why didn’t it work out my way?
I only have a sad and simple answer for you
The results had nothing to do with you.
Your wants, expectations or desires,
The whole experience boils down to only one thing
It wasn’t that type of party, Doll.