I am made entirely of flaws stitched together by good intentions.

Something in my bones tells me I’m a rather inhuman invention.

If you buried me alive you wouldn’t know the difference because you never paid attention.

Give me clemency for my portrayal of the tension.

And let me have solace for the sake of unnecessary redemption.

But you stitched me this way and said it was to “teach me a lesson”

And I guess that there’s many answers you won’t give to my question.

“Is this the river you really want to be left in?