Fuck that shit
Just let it rip
Exactly how I see fit
Now the flames are lit
Impossible to sit
Maybe I should nit?
Ridiculously equipped
For this long lasting trip
I sip, I dip my feet in life
Hoping, almost begging for a quick
Fix, life says nay, You have to get a grip
Otherwise You’re stripped
From the hip
Now I stand on the brink
Of letting go, my mind thinks
It stinks, but in the blink
Of an eye, My heart steers the ship
I’m kissed by death’s everlasting grip
Surrendering my tight hold for the good of the fellowship
Releasing my grip,
Ian Altosaar
