where does it lie, the divide,
between material and physical,
why I am even here, why is that place unclear,
be sincere, and you are left;
with chains again,
I must take this knife to slice a pound,
this flesh,
is wrought from star light and tomorrow's victory stance.
This life is a chance,
so what I live shit risky,
it keeps me frisky,
I know the reaper gonna come get me, it will happen quickly,
that look on the clocks face,
so I deny fate, and wholeheartedly chase destiny,
I'm going to have to grow up someday,
in some way can we not turn the turf to runway,
I swear I was born to do this.
some one has to do this, and I know for right now,
in the most intimate of whispers,
in the midst of the crisp winter,
let my breath leave my chest,
and hang heavy in the frost only to say:
Love Wins.