It gives me the space to squash hate out of my heart. It lets me smother my lazy self. My old self dies on the commute to what I think is what I need. Being present and willing is a battle we all face and can never escape.
It lets me analyze in real time what is essential; My place in this world, Or my attitude about it?
Drenched in past regret, I sweat out complacency. I don’t want to ever retire. If I do, I would want to just pass.
This dimension folds in and over itself with every twist of the plot, And with every important birthday I forgot.
Grateful to be blessed, Blessed to be me, Me, the son-child of the Sun. Some fun isn’t the same as some insane sin.
Win or lose, Wine on the loose, Weed or booze, Decisions we choose.
Now I’m here, Now I’ve made it, Even though there was nowhere to really be other than the way I let go of my breath from the depths of my chest.
So let Monday rain down, And shimmer like glimmering light diamonds and shining crystal lightning.