After the intensity of my weightless reverie
My failure to act is the very centure of my crossfire
In seeps my solid statement to be free
And the ability to take back my ravaged desires
Sometimes I try to be the witness to my stationary falter
Under my skin, my veins are peeling, my blood is thin
The being I chose years ago was the one I unraveled to alter
It brought me to the floor, for my weakness is an endless spin
I see myself in black and white, too young to remember it
I'm passing through a raw age, a dark, witty side
One more immense fall, I'll give away my last expiration and quit
I'll waste my last moment in retrospect, and give my next mystery some pride
