disappointment holds hands with the anti-climactic outcome
running short on ammo i take a weary gaze at some
its no one's fault but my own, you cant fit the ocean in a sand castle
monotony tries to tell me its a hassle, almost swaying.
the drive doesn't come from reality but from even two prizes laying
its more evident void of verbal verification, in eyes bleeding mental contemplation
of how blessed, how incredibly lucky the hunter is, trophy in hand
how life without the victory would be impossible to stand
logic is incredible, but emotion is raw
time ticks by as "see" becomes "saw"
i will not allow myself to exhale without this majestic creature ive come to make my own
not to throw in a cage, but to place in a throne
is time of the essence? or is the essence of time?
i think i catch it but then the juicy apple i bite turns to a lime
give me love! give me love! give me love!
so my sun can shine..