Aisle #10 - The Orwells

It’s only elementary feeling

Sticking to the sidewalk

Stepping over patience

Looking over shoulder

Asking for direction

I need separation

Wrecked imagination

Taking up my time

You must have an opinion

It hasn’t crossed my mind

I get hung up on epiphanies

That never come in time

Just name it

I’ll do what I have to

You can test my patience

I contest the way this things

Turning into karma

Coming down the aisle

Stepping at my heels

Waiting in the driveway

I can’t bring it home

Getting desperate for reason

I got back in line

I get hung up on epiphanies

That never come in time

Getting desperate for reason

I got back in line

Never needed it to be here

Its not the brightest kind