Loss maybe a floss
But cross is a puss
In a worldly moss

Wanting to win is paramount to anxiety
Wanting to get that bag can't change a thing
Wishing may make you hyped
Yet, it always ends in wishes

Being pumped is something larks
It slumps adrenaline when nothing is forthcoming
Bringing a world of unquenchable chaos
For there is no end sight to your goal

I could floss my teeth
But could I bear the pain
The aftermath of losing my sweet smell
For then the reality of bad/good breathe hits

You can't get nothing without sweat
But still it's a little weird to crave a stress free life
Or so I think when the word keeps being misconstrued
For a cross must be gained

Christ carried the cross
But it wasn't so sweet
Yet he overcame it all
What about you, what's your story?

Win like a dancing firelight
Won't be a realistic goal
For in between there is all type of ish
You have to overcome

Stick your back up
Make your moves
Stick to your moments
Learn from your mistakes

No one gonna do it for you
You got to pick up your steps
Come to terms with your losses
Then drown in the abyss of life

© favody