Thought Fore

Supposedly,
there were things to be said that hadn't been said,
but if it were two thousand and forty one,
I suppose we would say the same thing,
about things that had yet to be said

Indefinitely,
there would be regrets that would reside in the ether of this life,
in the backdraft of my transgressions,
in the wake of my mistakes,
taking the shape of an empty fortune cookie of sorts

Questionably,
there were people that did not belong here,
people that did not notice their own skin becoming reptilian
people that did not worry over broken clocks,
people that were out of place after September of two thousand and one

Unabashedly,
I will tell you my reasons,
my reasoning,
my methods to my sanity,
but only when you deduce precisely where the sidewalk ends