do you understand the mistakes that are made by you?
do you dig down into the legacy left you?
that car-crash of fuck-ups that constitute a history

we were cut out of the wreckage so long ago
yet we carry the scars like trophies
and walk as if forever wounded

why seek to make the finite infinite?
victims making gods of demons
that need you to daily feed them

our head permanently in the lion's mouth
hears nothing but the roar of a trapped sea
and thinks in nothing but bad endings

divorcing the past
embracing the possible
and ignoring the improbable

if one foot in front of the other
is the simplest thing you can achieve
that star the march onwards