Pulling my ass out of my head, I should have known.
No white light, no miracle, just cold hard truth.
What did I expect a prize to match my notch
Nah, love never is, it just exists.
Painting portraits here and there.
Garnishing living room and bedroom walls.
And a thief called desire lurks
Coming for your soul as you weave
Your master plan to live, trying to
Trick the trickster and we fail.
Falling, always flailing our emotions.
Setting fire to the stage, and
Burning hope before it blossoms.
Kicking sand into the vertical horizon
Someone cries, someone laughs and
Life continues for no purpose.
Breathe
