(No) Commitment

I walked into this room

And just could not believe

How very very very much

I wanted to leave

Looks can be deceiving

But they’re only just looks

And manners can be studied

From stacks of stolen books

If you don’t take you seriously

You’re protected from the gaze

Another mail-intention

Emanating from the haze

No Commitment

I heard your scuttering hands

Creeping high upon the shelf

Sayin “You can’t hurt me

If I’ve already hurt myself”

Saw your demonstration

Of fanaticized fitness

And a distinct disrespect

For all your unwitting witness

I know you’ve got nothing to give to me

But I’m tryin’ to take this seriously

No Commitment

I’m feeling like a joke

That’s just starting to land

Watching everybody

Taking every stand

If it benefits your stand

I hope you’ve got no plans for me

Well, I traveled all the way

To the heart of the land for this?

Well you can miss me

And you’ll see

Commitment