What have i become?
a throw of the dice
nonchalant mr.vice
casual & causal
but spare me the price
would you...

life is unpredictable
and I
a spectacle
through me
the suns ray
setting flame to my schedule

this cannot last for very long
depleted
no fuel to move on
insomnia's run its coarse
and its only getting worse

Who will i become?
the father from a son?
i know of what you seek
make bread from a crumb
...so to speak

paper mache however
is not concrete
but that's just me

being discreet