I fight this with

Two closed fists

Under a purple sky

Naked trees

Are clawing

For the air



This won't pull on emotions

But it's something to do

Go ahead

Try it

If you dislike, refund's at the door



I always fell for

The sucker punch . . .



I confess the changes

Maybe I'm growing up

From the shoes on my feet

To the stench in my mouth



I'll remain transparent . . .



And while you speak in codes

I'll speak in spirit



I confess the changes

Maybe I'm growing up

From the shoes on my feet

To the stench in my mouth



And while you speak in codes

I'll speak in spirit

I'll remain transparent



I tasted

I did that

(I tasted)

Now I'm hooked