Today's birth dragged in some trash from the street.
Treasures from yesterday
And as I sifted through the booty,
The cheap gold's rusts had stolen its short lived luster
And the salty eye sea,
Had washed away the clouds, and the holes,
Voids and inadequacies stared hard at me.
The greatest pains of tomorrow
Teach you to know what to hate.
Hatred begets fire
And a good spark always ignites when it kisses something flammable.
I hug my befallments and sugar my embitterments with sweet experience
This is a man's game.
All below this height may not ride.