Dancing in the sheets. Lusting in the wind. The sun has fallen. Class is about to begin.
Coddling confidence. Sharpening tack. Rewinding ignorance. Blind as a bat.
Take all of your exaustion. Spill some blood, sweat and tears. Focus before you get lost in what you have most grown to fear.
Chameleons in cahoots. A reason not to poot. Akin to skydiving without packing a chute.
One foot in the box. Two toes on the line. Three times three should equal 9, most of the time.
Subtly spoken. Educationally equipped. A glass of bourbon. He only likes to sip.
Madlessly mischievous. Marvelously mundane. Mentally muddled. Idiotically insane.
No rhyme. No rhythm. Time to realign my thoughts. A line. A trigger. Questions being sought.
Questions being sought. Nerves being nipped. A step closer for nought. Emotionally unequipped.
Radically random. Tubular to the core. How are you trying to win if you have yet to score?