A chance with you now,
To wallow or fight,
To talk to you’r spirit or assume you are right.
A feeling of comfort,
Or paranoia of pain,
It will never matter, you don’t see the chain.
I sit and I ponder,
Now I see,
The present is only, the future can’t be.
Destroy or create but,
A word to the wise,
Forget your regrets, there made up of lies.
Beat yourself up,
You’ll never be safe,
You must get out of pattern, or suffer your fate.