My words are timeless
even though time isn't on my side.
But why should I hold onto her,
even she knows she isn't mine.

Essence of my tongue,
is a fragrance of my words.
Even when I'm tripping,
I can never fall while traffic runs,
and I quickly swerve.

For really I have to stay driven,
taking life sometimes as a race,
Trying to catch a success of waves,
but even the oceans don't show you it's grace.

Something you fail to see.

As I'm getting older,
life has a lot of boredom.
Especially at the outer edges
kept inside the border.
I'm acting really excessive,
but still come out on the other side sober.

Some days I feel like a
thousand people.
A lot of personalities,
no surprise I forget who's even leading.
It's either him or I,
we or others, or any other guy.

Who knows which version of me
even wrote this,
The same one who'd **** me if
I quote this.
A version who'd beat me with steel,
if I ever stole this.
But that's really how it is,
when you're split more than the sea by Moses