Stories

Tiring self-crusade
Against someone else
Under the skin
With a dreamy mind
Of an elusive child
All they say matters
None of it really does
Waiting to break free
Like buried history.
And did I ever tell you?
I have stories worth years
If only you had the time.
I know well it once went wrong
Started with the one boring
Kept repeating my favourites
They had all the I-s, not the us.
Blame it on my inexperience
Never told before, I speak less.