i am who they are not
first
and foremost we know
to stay on track is not to look back
bent necks are best
for what's worst to lack
success by fact
by way of
back
tracks
as cracked as i am
standing
where i now stand
i know how my legs lag
i can hear the echoes of mockery
from the sounds made by my dragging feet
disjointing me
but the shots they fire
never miss nor fail
to ignite my flame
or tame its tame
or take me anywhere
but where i find myself now
wearing burn marks that to my flesh
are as mutating as they are
to my head
enlightening