Shoot and miss; hit and see. Disguise is my strategy. It feels like tragedy that I live and see. Sick and sore the work's worth more. My goal's so close so far so real so fake so wide open that it's totally locked. It's in my pocket but I can't take it out. Living through the drought so in the end I win. Win the world or is it just a girl? Diamonds and rubies, sapphires and pearls. What will it take to get out. Without my name my car my game is it possible to see the forest through the trees? Believe me it is. And I want it. It's mine the only question at hand is time. Too long too short will never do. It's true it's got to be precise at least somewhere near it. Adhere myself to myself so that that of which is in reach is mine. The other half is you. I know you see but be as real as it is, is it there? Do you care enough to see the other half of me?
