we are splintered
leaving you engrossed
in our presence

focusing your attention
on nothing else,
sorry, about that.

we are rambling
making you leave your ears
to our stories

though you
can barely comprehend
again, we're sorry.

we aren't sorry
for making you listen
because today,
when you go home,

you wont be able to remember what you had for breakfast,
or what color the flowers on the corner were,
but you will be able to recite the words,
of a few honest kids.