Life is a thing to drag around
The same one that sticks in your throat
Let’s you spend the night in jail
Sometimes life wakes you in the night
And let’s you know you were dreaming
The crooked smiling moon too
The bottle emptied
Life is roaring inside you
It is painting your inside
Cutthroat colors
It’s telling you to fear the shade
It’s telling you to be light-obsessed
Scared of substance

Life is that balloon tied to your wrist
It stays in abeyance
It floats, but never away, it’s yours and red
And shows itself in transparency
Life changes with the wind
It lives through
Even shot through with bullets
The inside leaves
But the skin remains

In the veins of all
It is found in tiny portions
You can't see, hear, feel, taste, smell it
But ******* you know it.