09
Skipping rocks/
And missing clocks/
As the hands of time inch and flop/
Around towards a trip we thought/
We all knew we were taking, drifting off/
Towards bigger proj-/
Ects, starting as little tots/
And graduating as the beginning aughts/
Faded into shimmering prom-/
Ises and distant plots/
To live alot/
A decade later, were limping, caught/
In a simple prob-/
Lem we learned to dismiss and talk/
About like it didnt exist at all/
Inner mon-/
Ologues are sick and cough-/
Ing on these/
Honest/
Innocent goals we had, drinks mixed and foll-/
Owed by pills and rot-/
Ten cheap liquor/
We figured/
Would take the edge and rip it off/
We live in naus-/
Eous, presposterous/
Conditions that softened/
Our will to solve/
The hidden costs/
Of risking com-/
Mon hopes for a ballsy/
Dream it would take all of our skills to wrought/
Where the fuck is the realest shot/
This idealist fought/
For his steely spot/
With passion, so the world would mirror the pot/
Stirring in his head, cheer the moss/
Growing/
As he slowly/
Realizes hes been here to watch/
His own life unfold/
And become old/
With grim despond-/
Ent tears to mop/
Up, his soul killed and lost/
Fuck that, I'll pick the lock/
To the chains that cripple all/
Of us, pissing off/
My simple harm/
I see the biggest, tall-/
Est portion of success, I will it, want/
To have it, not just to nibble on/
But to live and saunt-/
Er around screaming, "Fuck you", I'm still the Don/
Of my own life, a killer calm/
Because he lifted all/
Of his burdens and sent them lilting off/
Down the river called/
Life, propelled by the winds of change/
His indignant rage/
Was fulfilled and paid/
During those wistful days/
Where we would sit and talk/
About our biggest, strong-/
Est dreams, not bills and jobs/
Do you feel the spark/
That may course in-/
Side you, its grave's warming/
Cause it lays dormant/
As charades swarm you/
Because of the world's disdain for it/
Reclaim doors that/
Were locked away before this/
Opportunity was granted and age poured in/
To persuade orphaned/
Outcasts banished/
From their passions/
To understand this/
Grab it/
And finally change focus/
From play, stories/
And creating roaring/
Testaments/
To their definite/
Perfection in/
Their crafts to days courting/
Hours and weeks/
Depowering free/
Passionate speech/
With hazardous leech-/
Es with numbers like 8, 40/
And 65/
If we arrive/
At the end with a glimmer live/
In our misty eyes/
We'll be mystified/
As we sift and find/
That our shimmer lies/
In the realest light/
Clip the ties/
And gripping tight/
The hilt of my/
Sword, with the side/
Of the hill in sight/
Lips can lie/
But the truth is/
Conducive/
To the riddles plight/
So be ruthless/
And choose this/
Movement/
Exist to fight/
And we'll escape into the living night/