Grasping

I'm grasping at the fabric of reality

Praying that faith don't abandon me

Saying in doubt, 'It's all okay'

Straying from my path too often

Shifting sands my only option

Than I'll take my stand no problems

Sitting still is killing me and sharks

Fighting battles excuse the scars

Sighting rifles, I mean no harm

Lighting blunts in the storms

Lightening strikes, I phoenix roar

Tightening screws, cage my heart

It's been loose, on the prowl before

Not proud of its agile pounce but

Ounce for ounce it makes lions proud

Shout out to all my ghost that haunt

And skeletons rattling in my closets

You made me stronger for the jungle

And to my demons know I'm coming

To burn down hell so get to running

Learned to fly in the falling

Before I even thought of walking

I remember pain as stalking

But I'm no victim just a villian chillin

Willing to die but I prefer living

I just refuse to live to anothers willing

Make my own rules theirs are ancient

This is my story, I'll pen my pages

But this ain't a play I'm not on stages

I'm kicking doors and burning bridges

It's my burden and my privilege

To vent these flames as a dragon

I'm grasping at the fabric of reality

Catching my breath from the toiling

The laying of lines, wisedoms soil

Foiled again but never giving in

Can't wait till the day my benjamins

Outnumber my multiple sins

Till than whiskey sippen flicking bics

Grasping at my thoughts and forming songs

Poetically, phonetically assaulting Ya'll

Grasping my pistol my fingers stall

Life is precious, a precarious fall

A mystery we take for granted in our malls

In our missile silos, on our soiled shores

Safety is the illusion, fear the pollution we're all choking on

Grasping at hope pulling shorter straws

But never giving in, fuck giving up

Runs in my veins from my mommas blood

Gives me buoyancy in the floods

Grieves me but no tears will drop

I bottle pain than fill my cup

Get drunk on it than rage on love

Sobered up except the drugs

The cannabis, hallucinogens and such

And a little whiskey never hurt

Die a rose from concrete dirt

Grasping, rasping fiddling thumbs

Me and the reaper are best of buds

And he knows my time will come

When it does I bet we fist bump

Till it does grasping life rolling blunts, on the hunt for bliss

Grasping at the seconds like sand pouring from my fist