The Floating Things

Nevertheless, I walk through the harsh words, awkward moments and general stress. Why I'm still here I'm asked, perhaps because I'm an optimist or maybe masochist, living for the pain, because of the reward gained. The perspective I see, through my whites, the fights almost seem glorious, I must admit, this shit, is it. I wanna let loose the juice and put it on wax, put on my mental earplugs and push the volume to max, scream to world Fraud! I should stand in ovation and applaud, so much I changed to see that all is still the same, the game! What's next? what type of vex or hex could you have wrapped under your sleeve? I perceive that reality can't be this tiring? But in fact the sun shines clear through the fog to remind me that it's thriving. So what is a man to do, taught not to show it, and I went all in, waiting on the river card to seal the win. Again, what is a man to do, but what am I saying we both feel like the fool, ain't nothing left prove, ain't nothing left to do. If it is suppose to work, it will or would've in 737 days, I play the soundtrack to heartbreak while I look into my son's face, trying to erase the shame I feel give me the warmest embrace, I see that I can bleed to no avail, the cataclysmic thunderstorm that open up the pits to hell, it seems there I dwell on a mission to prevail. So I rock the neck back and forth to the gospel and drums that rock the heavens when blood is spilled, I take the spike to the cavern of my emotions and drill, so I say from my inner to keep it extremely trill! What has become, will take a permanent form, so a cloak I adorn, slip to the back of the room and watch the impending doom. So here it is, you demand, can't understand what things could drive a man to this point, well this is a political joint. So I can say without pointing a finger other than towards the author, It is my lack of forward progression that is the cause of. I'll take it on a plate with side of tatoes and gravy, lord save me, lord help me, lord forgive me, for my flaws since it is you I have to face at the end of days. All my prayers, my tears, my fears has cornered me in this place, no expression on my face, no more chase, no more metaphors or need to paraphrase. It's my life and I have to do better at making that right for me, from this day forth I only promise to to be the best man and father I can be.

-fin-