Contracting sheets of limestone rough, tough rugged eyes among tumbled bluffs
Crumbled stuff, sending you down into the yellowjackets, swatting mad tumble
Mud and algae, sweat, lost glasses, lost off our asses on some strong stuff
Ending up on the long end of someone else's courtesies, lucky they didn't murder me
Words are brief, meaningless most times, too centered on our own rhymes
Focused on our own climb, horse blinders on, the world burns on to the beat of the sun