WritingbyJordan

This my life we’re talkin bout

Think it’s a game?!

You don’t make it through

You get left behind

No do-overs

Perhaps try again

But not at this one

One chance

You’re out

Goodbye

No tomorrow

Only today

So why live for tomorrow

Why if it’s not possible

If it’s highly unlikely that it will be unhabitable

Therefore makes this whole thing

Look like a fantasy

Either a good excuse to make one

Or the truth

Either or

I don’t know

Don’t want to

Just want to sleep

With Mary

and my love

and everything else in me

I love me

Just either make excuses or failures

Or am denying some part of reality

Of myself

If one can truly save ones soul

True

But what of the fallen

The mistake is thinking we better off to them

It is reaction

It is property

It is law

Thankfully the unhuman kind

And we are just along for the ride

So either you’re fucking it up

Or I’m the victim

Those are the only two options

…

And we know we know

I’s before e’s

that anything

ain’t what it seems