WHAT’S NEXT?
Go ahead and bring it near!Fuck anticipation that succumbs to Fear!
For I am stacking bricks like the wolf is near
With all of the mad urgency and intimacy of cutting off my ear
Oh you can bet I am "playing it by ear"
Like I’ve got The Word and only I can hear
Y’all still here?
I would pound that beer
If Tomorrow wasn’t already here
The sorrow I borrow piercing Misery’s heart with my spear
I am not talking about pickles, unless we got the meat and bread
I refuse to live like "The Walking Dead", instead I beat my chest
Like James Cagney going up in flames
"On top of the world!" Busting through my chains
Finding Everything the same in change
I can feel like I am within range
Until I awake in the Desert like the last man in the world left
Haunted with the suspension of breath
And it seems like I conquered Death
Terrified that I am alone with my self in a state where it just don’t matter that I gave it my best
I turn as my heart burns, then I see you, and I am infinitely relieved, and grateful I ask:
What’s next?
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