There she goes, another one goes again
So spent and rent, but not so much to not go out again
Leave this warmth with shameful sorry eyes
Run toward lights with gleeful smiles
Much too tired for what satisfies
Only adrenaline for what gratifies
I wish you knew, how I wish you knew
These bags and pump have grown tired too
Sagging, sinking…give up man!
You don’t even know…I wish I can.
That sparkling weakness has its way
To bubble through and spring forth hope
Oh, how it waxes and wanes
But today, I will grab hold of it again