Getting way out of here
What’s to fear
Shards of truth coming out of your ear
These things are like thoughts
Words are for naught
At least for the next year
Sipping last past
Makes great for the cast
But all you ever find is an eyelash in your beer
Glue is not needed for things not seated
Come fun rain or shine cant be beated
Whats truth for the lie
Underscores and underlines
What you’ve paid for in dimes
Comes out in the end
As Free
As Breath
As Bread
As Fortune
As Dirt
As Air
As Time
As Face
As Fine [.]