Boisterous dreams
treading incautiously
between the thin air and the thick stones.
The naivete is known, but it's thrown against the wall.
Away with your patience and away with these con-sequences
I'll choose the next stepping stone
injudiciously
and I'll fall if I may.
I'll scatter my own remains
as I sprint through corridors
and leap over thresholds;
knowing that soon
this breath of fresh air
will precede a bleeding cough.
Karmic, I'll swing 'round full circle
seeing the trail of mine ashes
and sweep them up
recalling my misdeeds and smirking at my misfortunes.
Think hard enough and you can live life in reverse.
