Guarantee
Deer in the headlights of the real Practicing ready to die
I spent the decade laughing and Throwing up into silken gloves
Everything would last forever Whether we wanted it to or not
We have to live in the world Is the thing
With its diminishing sympathy Suffering in ways previously unimagined
Crows over flat yellow Flee in the night Until nothing's recognizable
Now it's the optimistic morning My life isn’t mine anymore