As much as I want success, I wish to hide beneath mediocrity. I’m avoiding the peace of triumph to revel in the disasters of battle.
watching a season of autumn get taken by winter but how come my fall isn’t done
popping off all of my doctors and getting a splinter for every bottom i numb
hopping on various ottomans going to sleep to escape an improbable run
possibly i’m an imposter or maybe i manifest all of the problems i’ve sung
filter the highs
out of my railway of thoughts
put what i like about myself aside
so i can focus on character flaws
heighten the pressure to rise
whittle my drive
into a spear i can toss
right through the heart of a person with pride
i poke a hole in the wing of my god
as they teach me how to fly
– D K T
D K T 