Time is a vortex
turning into its pinnacle
the moment of now,
not linear,
but cyclical

I live for the now,
the present
for my experiences
that i pre-sent

The blue eternity of my soul
turning in on itself
no longer striving for money
just supplying a common wealth

I'm lost
but may be resurrected
If I can find it
in me to admit
i'm beyond
Infected

and your Hold
on me, ya, I'll lift it
as long as this rebel yell
keeps the embers lit