I scraped the skin of my teeth
with the value of a man’s worth at market price
My dry and thirsty bones are out searching for a home;
the great times of stagnation— so stuck up on yourself
Lost the eyes of a keepsake figure; crying in your sleep
to wake up to another *******

The pole-vault over a night barricaded by
this indistinct glass of a scentless, texture less, limbo
Surrounded by well sculptured tombs; with an attitude
so stiff, you were born a statue out of the womb

Glued hopes to that fitting memory of your youth,
tucked away on the rack of time- like old stained shoes
Pieces of leather tugging away the past old days;
stepping so softly, ending by the button to start, that
feeling of achieving a dream that still turns you on

I'll turn mine on, to push a little further
through this time of doubt; a higher isn’t lost
…until all you despised is all you’ve got
this is the feeling to the lost, that don’t have a lot.