4.7.11 Weighted

eyes closed but still crumbs to the ground
burden on my back is growing
black cat crosses without a sound
moon through the leaves glowing

turn around twice and jump six times
life as you know it colors out of the lines
and that burden on my back is growing

rubber tearing up the black
jump out of the way or slide right in
no matter who I see
no one knows the trouble I am 'cause that burden on my back, yup, it's growing.

1 comment:

  1. The good news is your legs are gonna be jacked.