Admit
Admit you
Could grasp on to the world by the hangnails and have it well clasped if
Apathy never bit you.
Admit you could
Travel the lengths of the earth by exhaling air and flying wherever you wish
If that inconsiderate bitch called life never twitched and left you in an abyss
In reality, its a ditch
Five feet deep, but you feel its six
Ambition like
A fan everyone else sits in front of while you feel the sweltering summer heat eat you alive
It's a cheat,
Admit you oversleep to over-compensate lost dreams that seem to be explosives in your mind when you think of what could be,
Admit you never eat because starving artists always feed on delusion and paper
And papers and spliffs
Admit when the bong rips
You can only find purpose
When you surrender to the trip
Admit your grip
Is teflon tipped
When you acknowledge why you exist.