How many times can I fall 

for a different version of the

same mistake? 

I trip & I tumble,

then I stumble, 

my self-worth away.

What can I do to feel brand new,

revive the smile on my face?

I've been broken down before,

but this can't endure another day.

I'm free-falling, and failing to be free.

I am living life inside a bubble,

and I'm in trouble, but I stay humble,

to save myself from the insane.

See, I've been down some streets 

that seek to steal the shine right

from these big-sad brown eyes;

conquered all my monsters,

defeated demons, and danced 

with dragons, darling—

I've dared the darkness to be brave. 

Cracked, and I crawled, in combat,

collected every single crown, 

to claim the war in my own name.

Correct if you think I commanded

mountains, oceans, seas, and lakes.

I caught the criminals before their crime,

ambushed the armies at their gates.

Yet still, somehow, I seem to stack 

my odds against the victory, the 

sweetness of success.

Slipping away, I stumble, 

singing sirens to their deaths;

so stubbornly, I sacrifice my 

own need for luxury,

to secure a stranger's desire

to dress to impress.

Each opportunity to raise my spirits,

seems to be a chance I take to rise,

to raise the securities of someone else.

A sequence of silly me, the saint who 

stains his own soul for the salvation of 

society.

I am not their goal, 

their toll is not with me.

Unable to make them whole, 

I am not any more or less unholy. 

So although this is a series of

the same old same, stuck in a loop 

that's on repeat, it seems to self-identify 

in different ways, 

it's appearance may change 

but it plays an old familiar. ancient game.  

Unless I learn the lesson, 

there will never be a new subject, 

sentenced to suffer stuck, like supper,

in some spider's web. 

Smoking I smoke and I

I'm smoking I smoke and 

I'm smoking I smoke 

I'm smoking to stay sane.

Puff and I puff and I'm 

puffing I puff I'm puffing

I'll huff and I'll puff and 

I'll blow the house away.

Foggy, 

it's dark

and it's gloomy, 

this haze that is looming 

leads to another cloudy day.

I weave, 

and

I wave, and 

I rant 

and I rave, 

I'm riding out 

this wave.

Slipping, 

I slide, 

I trip, 

I fall 

into the hungry mouth 

of an open grave.

And if I recall correctly, 

I crawled directly 

into this cave.

I used to have it all, 

the money, cash, and coins t

that I could crave.

But that was before I learned 

to burn, to bend, to break 

in order to be brave.