Once

Clint Haugen
Apr 16
1 min read

Please excuse me

I am

Lost in philosophy

Stuck

In science

Confined

By Mathematics

Limited by language

Strangled by subjectivity

Cursed with a muse

Possessed by passions

Pushed forward by time

A maze as a mind

A ghost in a body

A numb little bug

I am a song that was never written

An old soul

With a books full of excuses

And a billion ways to rationalize anything . . .

In the beginning was the word

And the word wasn’t enough

So he sent Jesus

Or so they say . . .

I swear I’m a good man . . .

I swear I was a good man once . . .

Somewhere, back there, maybe in the beginning,

I was a good man once . . .

-CH 4/16/25

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