Sitting here, my room warm with or without
But don’t let me get used to this weather,
For all addictions do begin to wane.
You bring clouds to my mornings
Begins to rain with a spiteful scowl
This jungle of yours is for animals,
Not right for this beast
And beauty is no excuse
For where we espy heaven you bring hell.
To improve
What am I to do
To remain worthy of you?
How will I emerge?
Find some steady ground to live
And still stay safely near belligerence?
Down to returning bottles
Fearing my credit and without my ride
Police too thirsty for quotas today
Not safe to take mine
The hermit with no shell
They are already full
Or I continually fail to fit
Bravery is only to ease the mind
When on the tight rope well aware of the drop
But bravery does not make you any smarter
Or any less venerable.
Is it brave to go it alone
Or stupidity to carry the extra burden?
