You are weak!
A fireworks display for the ages, turned night into day.
Vanilla and ember hues grace us to burn light through decay.
Older we get, we start chasing and learn to fight for a way.
Frightens me to say that I'm facing a curve that likes me to stay.
I could travel backwords, seems so practical for an asshole.
With no means to look forward, I saddle up and pass hope.
Catching up to fate now, he always drives below the limit.
Staggering over the line, fate is like a drunk guy on hold for minutes.
"Its been over an hour!" "Sir, its been 45 seconds and i do apologize."
Soon i follow wise guides through the darkness with hollow eyes.
Death can't be too much further ahead, I can almost taste it.
I can follow this road now and sever all of my close relations.
Or I can stay focused with shame and my enrolled patience in.
Yet I didn't sign up for this, I might as well sip some old Jameson.
Oh jitterbug,
Will you bring us a storm?
To lift us up,
Please sing of love and the norm.
You are strong!
With an enlightened state of mind, I jumped out of my bed.
Much to tackle so I planned to have lunch with my debt.
I had to fire all the nuisances that brought me to this place.
All the cigs, booze, weed gone, the truth seeks to alter the stakes.
Only the good die young, but I need to change the outcome.
I have many things to do and to prove no shame and I am not scum.
Shirt untucked, I fumbled my words at lunch and left the meeting.
It seems I've been fucked from day one and I must accept my ceiling.
Unless the feeling is met with unrest then I must persevere.
Curtailed the waste and I've done less with luck and worse with fear.
A curtain's tears are only met with the announcement of last hope.
Told the shades to back off, I'll let them know when we'll pass go.
With all this weight in my hands, I can only keep up for so long.
So I'm changing the plans, I'll let go and feed luck a slow song.
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