consequences.

there are always hidden consequences
for every mindless, lost intention

for the slightest glance, not gone unseen
for one too many custard creams

for watching seconds pass slowly by
for procrastination, the thief of time

for a single moment, ignorance, bliss

for the hesitant thought of that forbidden kiss


for one swift flick, or slash of the hand
for one drop of blood on that sinking sand


for one little white lie, black lie, green lie
for one quick refusal, no matter who tried

our actions, pills, before we drink
we swallow before the chance to think