Breathing Out of Habit

Some things are best forgotten.
Others not so much.
This, though, this is different,
But how exactly I haven’t a clue.

It’s probably just an impression
And impressions are often lies
And lies are often nothing more
Then bedtime stories.

But I digress, if only briefly,
Already falling victim
To my own stupid speculations

When my time could be better served
Devoting it’s energies towards achieving
Another wasteful ejaculation.

Might as well take a deep breath
And cut away the excess,

Like a surgeon or a butcher
Or some other useless thing.

Understanding just aint in me,

Not today,
Not tomorrow.

Here is where the sound of an overlong
And strained expiration of breath comes in
Just in case you were wondering.

And yes, there was smoke, but no fire.