try me again

undo, redo. rewind and erease.
the knowing of a late outcome can curse your preset present till you find out it may even be... ok.
without waiting we stumble upon tried before answers we don't even say.
and the last thing you stand on top is the facts, and the first you fall upon is the sad... ness of having lost... a chance.

C/F

yackety-yack.
not good to not think this through.
but whenever it calls it follows.
so, it calls.
and the brain starts to understand it should be following.
"why don't you come by my place tonight?"
of course the answer is written in the question,
it's not even a question.
and it follows.
and we say good morning like we say goodnight, like the only thing we say.