In the Eyesore of the moon, I was stuck
with my rocket in Alice's, escape,
the earth was just for awhile, and the moon frowned
I was stuck there in its crater
back in the past, every present moment, everyone else fled
back on earth is so tossed around
and still having more shots and blows to take.
for a rat to race to kickin adrenilin
“a kick” around corner of #mylife
* * how I didn’t ”click with you”
* * didn’t ”check you out”
* * you didn’t ”click with me”
* * i didn’t do enough. we went around
#through this way,
* * this was the last thing.
* * the last terrible thing. #famous,
* * i was ever going to say.
This is the only life I get, and
Regretfully, I’m wasn’t in yours.
Our hearts beat but like ruffled drums;
beating before waves
who came to each day, needing just the present,
without past or future
but there the day ends and It drew its line.
In a clutch in a “click” I was
* * a roulette game,
every day the Present said, would make me famous.
“for kicks” the last day of #mylife
* * how I didn’t ”click for you”
* * didn’t ”click”
* * you didn’t ”give me a kick”
* * i didn’t do enough. #through this way,
* * this was the last thing.
* * the last terrible thing. #famous,
* * i was ever going to be.
This is the only One life and
Regretfully, it wasn’t in it to play "for kicks"
your game...
In a clutch in a “kick” I was heading into
* * a revolving door,
every next day said, I could go, there with you
and the end of the line, God gave me aid. He said
the line is drawn!
I was made.
and that is what made me famous.
Gathered from Bishop Sheen