Can’t tell you exactly what the feeling be
But even when I’m down I’m still somewhere near the ceiling
See I’m drinking from the fountain at the tops of all the mountains
Surrounded by the pouncers and the leapers all around me
Nothing cannot stop me like a lobbyist in congress
the sweetest group of peoples supporting me like steeple
You see me from a mile away but can’t tell what I am until you feeling me
Intimate. You can keep the bitterness inside like a bird in a cage
Come in third in a race with myself
Me tomorrow beats today me and yesterday me eats the porridge and it’s cold now
Too late to for me to fold now
Hold out til I win it
End the sentence with a period of making it happen
Shaking shit up until I’m breaking it down into the pieces that taste like the ingredients in happiness
And then I eat it