quit your job and find your rabbit hole

come away from the rust and the pictures of dreamscapes
put the ambitions before logic and reason
bury the aprehension and scald the nerves to stop the shakes
tomorrows shoulders buckle under the weight of postponed joy
you'll cut your feet
the grease under your finger nails will not fade
pain and prosperity are sisters attached at the heart
and life doesnt hand out second chances, let alone first ones...take what you can from the sinking vessel that is the today, and taste the blood proudly
in truth, the measure of success is worn on the chin