On our side we are always leaving
no matter what, we know the facts
that you don’t, and they tell us the truth
of what we would prefer to believe anyway, the fact is that
we are, and we know it
as a horse knows a gallop, we know to leave
indentations where we tread.
But we understand, don’t make a mistake, you can’t
know we have your best interests at heart, for we do
though in a roundabout way, wish you success
in all your endeavors, after you’ve eaten
all the shit mustered, prideful joy abounds
for surmounting such a crest, which we believe you could
jump high enough, barely for you can’t quite see it, the avalanche.
Waiting around the corner
raise a standard strategy, teaching savage
trickery creates competition, basics for expounding
whatever way one will, forget the rules
like smoke in wind, still go to church
eating vegetable desserts, it seems pointless
tipping a doom bowl over.
View an error, wishing you could correct come, large step
over the error after another and you’re nearly there, already
anticipating a victory, but each and every
time you are closer, and a gradual constant
accompanying no victory yet, though a shining sky
would signify a change, our blood runs black
tormented sludge, but it will never be exhausted, our will.