Liberated, inebriated,
On this trip,
Trembling heart,in synch
At the precipice,edge of brink.
Sometimes frozen with fear,
Others, crackling with life,
My gasoline,this ink,
Doused with words,bared soul on paper
It may wax,and it may wane,
Might be in doubt,in fear of suffering
But it will burn,yes,for it shall sustain,
Keeping the dream alive,the bouts of pain.
Good or bad,right or wrong,
This is when I write my song,
The notes may jar, melody too far,
Hardly sweet,and all too sour.
But this is my flavor,this is my choice,
It ain't easy,hell ,it ain't even wise,
No guarantees, no fallbacks,no nets
This fight, gloves off , all in,the bets
For the time is now,coin mid air,
Funny though,the outcome, clear
Steps a little tentative,head in a spiral,
Keep at it o Hero,this journey,this trial.
