Act of Contrition

In the fall, if I am honest, I’d
But if I lie, no days can leave
For the first time I wasn’t
Go on again, you’ll never see it end
It cannot be afraid of it
Don’t hide from yourself
And don’t be anyone else
You know it’s gonna be a lot better
When it comes to it anyway
I’ve been thinking about it so much more
Than I normally would, and I want
You to know that it is all black
I broke up a stick on my arm
And it broke into a thousand pieces
I picked one from the tree and it was green