Outsmart the fever
And take us farther from
The killing life in capsules
A life that can’t belong
If I wake up dead to the world
With the helm at my command
The reaching out of this
Faced tomorrow in the 11th hour
Beckoned closer
Now as nightfall sends its grace
Queue to enter the insatiable ideal
Slam it shut
But the portal pounding lingers
What it is, is time undone
I cannot falter in this security of labour
Was I supposed to believe?
Where did I sign?
Did I miss the auction?
Where my life
Where did I sign?
Did I miss the auction?
Went the half mile
Wondered when the resolution would come
Life became too solid
Diluted by the essence of denial
Caught in fire’s eye
Oh, the self and the filter that is I
My lip was venom, words formed in my mouth
And hid beneath the tongue
Never to be
Never to be seen
Where did I sign?
Did I miss the auction?
Where my life
Where did I sign?
Did I miss the auction?
Was I supposed to believe?
Did I miss the auction where my life went by the club?
