Nothing changes and it never will
Sun up sun down everyday stay the same
Repetition, metaphorical erosion of the spirit
Rusting promises like skin liable to chap
Fate is the nightlight that burns our eyes out as we walk tightropes and dance in circles to the tune of our backsbreaking under weight up living up to potential
Choke on the smell
On and on, around and around
Never missing a beat
Soldering forward, away from what you truly aspire to be, or to do, or to see, for fear of pushing
Sinking or sailing, flying or falling, cutting the waves
Breaching the hull
Soaring without effort
Going down in flames
No ports, no parachutes
Failure is divine satire so maybe we'll be laughing at the ones who died in neutral
So maybe we'll be laughing at the ones who died in park
Who is to say? Every time you sell yourself short, an angel gets it's wings
So maybe I'll be a monumental joke
Moving on, staying in place, with the things we want growing old in the back seat