Opportunities are missed,
The cold ground(s) send(s) shivers down your spine.
To stand without a spine,
It's to exist without the symphony,
To fall victim to the sycophants of our holy God.
I wish there could be an easier way,
Than to fall from destitution,
Though I figure we all define the rocks below the sea.
A world without power,
Did you ever get to see it?
Maybe take your eye,
And peer between the fabric,
And define your own existence.
Dare not steal another moment from me,
The decadence of the endless palisade,
I see now.