a stark reminder that reflections, are not always true
delusion a comforter of note
the end, an open door, making the pace
why does eternity sound so false?
parables and prophets; blind man’s bluff!
there is no way to become invisible
this life, is the real deal
I have been dodging bullets
literally and figuratively my whole life long
cheating the reaper, a hobby now!
the leash may be shorter, demanding intensity
but the thrill of the game none the less
the sky is bright blue the trees are green
this is my summer, winter be dammed
