You’ll never know what you can bear until you fight with one.
Though I wasn’t bred that way I take a slice to know the light is on.
Been decked by my cards so I shuffle around the boat.
Drowning in the blue that the red mist lead me to.
Clutching pearls that swine gave me.
Scorched earth screaming green as new shoots.
Golden boots give tours of their shoe collections.
You’re only good as your answer to the last question.
The fable of favour requires faith to become a fact
I fight with enlightened beasts, it kills me where I’m at
Blind mice testifying of finding big cheeses releases of hope of planting my flag on the moon.
Everything I should have done has been festooned.
Everyone I should have been, marooned by who am I now.
I look up to look up though I’m down.