Smiling
This is a life of extremes.
Both sides are slippery and enticing.
These are my places off the rails.
And this, my loose recollection of a falling.
I barely remember who I failed.
I was just trying to keep it together.
This is my first wave of my white flag.
This is the sound of me hitting bottom.
This my surrender, if that's what you call it
in the anatomy of my crash.
And I keep on smiling,
keep on moving.
Can't stand still.
Me, the notorious bottom dweller.
Me, the ceiling-less brave explorer
lured to the ends of overwhelm.
This is my first wave of the white flag.
This is the sound of me hitting bottom.
This my surrender, if that's what I call it
in the anatomy of my crash.
And I keep on smiling,
keep on moving.
Can't stand still.
Such pretty forks in the road
on this continuum I've been bouncing.
Life flashing promise before my eyes.
This is my first wave of the white flag.
This is the sound of me hitting bottom.
This my surrender, if I can bare it
in the anatomy of my crash.
And I keep on smiling,
keep on moving.
Can't stand still.
