a stupid habit.

i had promised not to reference but i notice it still tends to happen when i have no patience. when i'm nervous to not have a fresh verse resting on the surface or on the verge of any conscious place or state or Providence that lacks confidence--or even residence. in an absence of innocence, i rely on lyrical precedence. that past i am to leave behind as a road unwinds but in the mind, i know it continues. i'm reminded each time i glance into the rearview....