I try to be virtuous
But trying seems worthless
As my love turns to strife
and there's no one on my side
Will I fall into place
or realize the human race
Doesn't need me
and that there's a galaxy of uncertainty

The sky looks clear
When I am up here
But it's cold and I know
Gravity is what is controlling me

I feel like I'm on burrowed time
and that there are few truths in life
I need something to fill the gaps
and teach me the lessons I have yet to grasp

I'm finally beginning to learn we can't fly straight forever
Circumstances change and minds are made
Forcing dreams to be traded in or lost to dead ends
If your mind gets stuck in the past and you think the world is flat
(remember)

The sky looks just as bare
As it does down here
I can feel its hold and I know
Gravity is what is controlling me

I feel like I'm on burrowed time
and that there are few truths in life
I need something to fill the gaps
and teach me the lessons I yet to grasp

Welcome to this world

“Dying
Is an art, like everything else,
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart----
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood”