from the highest heights I fall
standing on the pyramid’s peak
feeling the pressures of passion
losing words to stutter or speak
the aggravation of such hesitation
deadlocked like the traffic on the 5
give me a bottle of top-shelf purpose
something simple for me to memorize
inhibitions in intermissions
well established in my paradox
making little progress on the project
hear the indecision when I talk
Andrew/Borger/Writes 