L’s on my record but sipping vino with a vinyl
Release the pressure
Needles calls me “chicken”, I don’t mind him
Profess over my future and maneuvering my drive
Steer the conversation of my stupor and my pride
Riding shotgun on the limo
Decade stuck in limbo
Bending backwards & just going where the wind blows
Yelling “No Nintendo!” if you’re language is not the same
Kneading though it’s thin dough & I’m still part of the game
Stretching never strained
Nothing done in vain
Room is full of mirrors so I can notice how I change
Notice how the lame man walking with some swagger
Took a minute but I realized some of you are why my back hurts
Ouch
Salt bae on your wounds
Peter piper picking peppers
Hold the lepers, is that shrewd?
Mood ring slightly used, I’m tattooing self reminders
Cannot “win the race” if I’m a horse that’s wearing blinders
Gallop past the riders, wander through the pasture
Pastor said “repent”, I rather risk it ’til the rapture
Escaping through the trapdoor as I’m capturing myself
Shudder at the thought that I once ignored my health
