Cheers

Waiting,
All smoke and no fire,
Painting,
Street signs with bald tires,
You can come as you are,
But stay like you were,
You can love like you own,
but you’re paid what you’re worth,
cold as hard evidence,
but truth's not for certain,
windows left open,
but close all the curtains,
when grass hugs the sunlight,
like arm hairs with goosebumps,
to capture the warmth,
and shiver off sun-up,
clouds feed the trees,
the trees feed the people,
People fill the church,
And the church feeds the evil,
Brainwashed from birth,
And grainfed with gravity,
Of permanent dark,
after life filled with tragedy,
when what matters least,
is hope for what’s coming,
cause you’re nearly deceased,
when you’ve just started running,
when you’re counting the hours,
you’re just wasting time counting,
missing valuable pieces,
of the puzzles surrounding,
start at the corners,
and build towards the middle,
place all the big ones,
to fill in the little,
when it’s all said and done,
you’ll stand up above it,
see how far it’s come,
and maybe you’ll love it,
so here’s to still living,
and here’s to still breathing,
and cheers to coming,
and going,
and leaving.