I would need a shovel and a century,

Jackhammers and medication,

A lover who could care for me,

And the aid of my strongest hatred,

A liar who detected lies,

And a mental that was stateless,

I would need Honesty,

Probably the hardest thing, but I can take it,

I would need a human contact,

To reveal my revelations,

I’m getting better at that,

It just takes practice and I don’t lack that,

I need not hesitation,

It’s just too bad I have that,

Smack me in the face,

I get distracted by what’s abstract,

I need a life of hard work,

An ethic that does not exist,

I need to open up my mind,

And close it tight into a fist,

This is understood,

What I might find is scary,

In a race to take what’s good,

I start the clock and watch it vary.