I push til exhaustion
I don’t want caution,
Balanced is everyone’s
Buzz word—hard and
Everything now rings true,
Against a culture of half and
Dead and to get red again,
We need to be in an overdrive,
In all and all of it, nothing at all—
If it isn’t my everything,
Fullness does sing,
Fullness does ache inside
Of me, a halfway man
Is a tired man, for he wastes
His energy on tv and the
Reception is in, the verdict
Decides of me—I can barely
See, but even if I am blind, I will
Still love you, for your light will
Cause me to see—wholly, leave
The folly, get on the trolley called
All the way—ride it til tomorrow
Fades away