High,
I used to get so high,
never for the view,
but always for the slide;
and I’m up on the edge right now,
feet dangling down.
I almost forget,
I get up the hard way
and there’s only one way to the ground.
There are no next times,
in the land of skull and bones.
There are no easy days,
there are only empty thrones.
There are no kings and queens,
only liars and their whores.
There are no pennies saved,
throw them all back to the poor.
Take the day,
they say
that it always stays the same.
Never did for me,
but I guess I made it that way.
I’m the type of guy,
who can’t leave well enough alone.
I am always on the climb,
I can feel it in my bones.
The rain
is coming.
The day is coming.
the way
is daunting,
but I’m becoming
a little more
resilient, I think,
or maybe I
just don’t give a shit
anymore.
I know what it takes
and I’ve got everything to lose,
so I’m fighting tooth and nail
and hanging on
to see the view
from up here.
for a long time.
For a good time.
It’s a long slide
down.
Think I’ll try to stick around
for a little while.
-HG
