Most days I'm choking on chlorine I threw in my own face
Shoving two fingers down my throat gagging on problems my head made
Thrashing around the ground, waiting for leaves to fall
Eating flowers and dirt to get the taste out of my mouth
The walking contradiction, misanthropic but lonely
The antagonist, to steady progress, Just out of reach
Cursed with two left feet to dance around the issue
Running backwards with a battle cry, maybe next year.
Always counting on, the promise of tomorrow
Because the present, is such a hard act to follow.
released November 16, 2014
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