Random thoughts. Wrote this on my way to work and texted to my brother and his response inspired the title. "If You're Reading This, It's Too Early" Today I was told that I've pretended to change I look new, feel new, smell new, but she remembers the same So slowly I start to question her percentage of sane As I reach for her chest Searching for the heat from her breast But the demons have crept Her hearts cold like December has came And slowly her soul goes like the embers of flames Pinching her frame But she doesn't wake, she just cringes in pain Pain deep as regret Oh Lord I pray that there's an end to this game Fixing my aim on your name and on my faith of the cross Is this your will, Lord? Am I supposed to just keep shaking it off? Or brake and get it off? Or is this your wrath? Have I forsaken your law? I hate to be soft And my back is young, but I can't keep taking it all I'm broken too, a hopeless Jew And I know you maketh the call So they say speak when spoken to Guess I'll keep waiting to talk —Mouth shut.