my life is becoming a compilation of naked women and carpe diems
complications of what they see how i'm seeing
trying to find the joy of a boy while becoming a man
and fantasizing about bathing in the cascades of my home land,
with knot a tie to society
and no more being lost
-in the proprietary
with visions of a visionary
even with my eyes,
the color of bloody mary
i was thrown in the deep end
my grandmother was saying hail mary's
i've thought through enough moons,
and dug through enough ruins,
seen the bottom of enough bottles,
and been with my vices getting coddled,
so i'm dancing in the rain
while waiting for the sunshine
the night is for the pain
and for the moonshine
gravitating away from gravity,
building from the ruins of a tragedy,
wishing for my vices in abundance;
and for my reign to be constant
for my death to be pleasant
and my greatness to be evident.
