Testo
How is your determination doing?
I didn't see the things you were selling
You ran through, head down
And spiralled into your body
Between the white and red blood cells
How has that been? Are they concrete yet?
Did any opportunity resolve itself beyond debt?
And no, I cannot spare anything
Or, truth be told, I could, but won't
But what is spare anyway?
Everything ultimately loses itself
Into the same old chain
As everything else
And I would like to pit my fragile conscience
Against my fragile sense of determination
And if death is not the end then it's a waste of time
Dependent upon how we each respectively choose
To view it