Well,
If you're not going to spill your lot
Then what exactly are you doing?
I mean to say,
If you're not going to expel all your
White noise, all your reserves
To what you see fit,
Then how do you operate?
The expected grin of a chance,
With even a whim of possible success
Is just about right for this man.
Still gonna shoot at the moon.
Still hoping to hit that perfect variable.
Least likely places,
That's where it comes from.
So I'm able, a little troubled,
But always willing to gamble again.
The stakes get bigger every time.
I've learned that there is no cap on
The willingness to burst apart someday.
I'll do it all.
Might kill me.
Fuck it.
I'd always
Do it again.