Clutching Hills

Funny promises

I made to myself at seventeen +++ Stalling the Civic on the slightest of hills +++ Three and a half minutes late to everything +++ And you were there+++ Frustrating me daily +++
In your various incarnations +++ With your own problems +++
I viewed them more as perfections +++ You as some sort of savior +++ Never and always +++ Realizing my own
power +++ And powerlessness

Still haunt me at thirty-seven