Caught cutting through the running tide. Bleeding out; portrayed way past a prime tripping over words and playing tricks on time. Eastern standard time of the dead. Wear clocks round our necks like tombstone. Fuck not lest ye be fucked. A point invariably moot when you`ve outgrown smarts and frustration is your strongest suit. Keep in mind, it`s the wisest man that will always be told to forget his ego for a minute and realize that he can`t replace his ass just because he found a crack in it. How can we sit so still when its so hard to look passed the last one you loved; so hard to find what you felt in that touch? How can I go on searching for these days when I`m standing among them? I`ve found my way back there. Rhetorical wisdom will always prove to be a locked door a lost chance and all you`ll never see a statement betrayed like your worst enemy. 26 years past my prime as if minutes made a difference. You can`t change a mind lost to the hours held so dear, Like ostriches with head in sand we fear our desires. Breathe every breath like it wasn`t a count-down can`t force your way out of a dream purchased with fear.
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