What is wrong with things that go haywire and situations that run out of control? Are they seeking something without knowing it?
What is wrong with my attention? What is wrong with your patience? What is right about this day, if anything?
For all the my questions unanswered, yes, I did make up some lies. What was wrong with your mood and what is right with it now?
You think I can let you face my questions again. You think they are sitting around.
Even seasons don’t wait for the sun.
For it is not a question of honour, it is of trust. If the answers are any different, how do you think my heart will trust me ever again?