Para|dice

An original poem.

An ape on my back It leads me off track Ice down the spine Melting off the whine Living in between the crack And I wonder, how will I find the time

You're using my words To control all my worlds A lump in my throat But the ship stays afloat We take our swords Lightening and thunder, will it save us from being broke?

Are we stuck in para dice? Gambling our lives to lice We left today for tomorrow Yesterday we left on sorrow Yet we continue the vice Interest on all the we borrow

Under the pale green moon Will finds the monsoon Arrows fly where hearts once stood Spirits are raised in all that is good Badly we are tempted to give in too soon What will you do when there is no food?

I've spent so long trusting in you But the many are still few How could you be so cold Now the good are forced to be the bold Look in my eyes that you drew from its sheathing, truth be told

It's not for me to scale I come from a wondering shell Floating along the sea of desperation Is anyone else doing this investigation Fishes under the polished nail Has time become procrastination?