I put a noose in a rope the day I lost hope and strung it up high in a tree, and pardon the expression but then gave my last confession even know there was nobody there but me, I thought about the past and this moment stopped in time, I thought about how what I'm doing could possibly be a crime, and as I looked around I quickly became aware, I forgot a ladder or chair, so I've no way to get up there, fuck it's always something, I guess I could go home and see what I can find, but I know how my brain works and I'll completely change my mind, because at this moment in time I'm honestly sincere, screw it, it can wait one more day and goddamn I need a beer, I lost my keys I fear I must have dropped them outhere somewhere, now it's crystal clear about the reasons why I'm here and the reasons why I'm coming back, don't want to leave but I want a drink and need to grab the shit I lack, a spare rope from my pack, a chair, a ladder or even a few bricks that I could stack, in fact I should dismiss this whole way of thinking, instead of rope I should use a chain with a sixteen foot plus...