Luck blessed me with a convenient curse

So bet I’ll end up dying, in a hearse 

I trip over when nobody's looking

I only get hungry, when something’s cooking 

Time confessed to me it’s undying trust

In the subtle ways, I fuck things up

Like my minds endless search for lust

That winds up being, another “summer love”

Sometimes I get over it

Sometimes I won’t

Sometimes I will, push out the boat

Someday I’ll get over it

Someday I won’t

Someday I will, dig my own moat 

I’m not afraid of failing

I’m afraid of tailing, someone who’s clock

Is wailing 

A future that’s benign 

Solidified 

Jagged concrete that cuts your eyes

Waking up to the sound of five

Pouring the same amount of coffee

Buying a ticket for the fool’s lottery

Every day

In a single way

Until I don’t have to say

“Let the seasons mangle,

My heart become a stage 

Entice me with the freedoms that reveal 

Once I tear out my stories final page”

Yes

“Let the seasons mangle,

My heart become a stage 

Entice me with the freedoms that reveal 

Once I tear out my stories final page”