Free Formed Views of Irony

On a stretch of road,

Between dusk and dawn

Make sure not to listen too lazy

When I have no assurance, except my own two fucking legs

There’s no time for romance

I’ve already got one in my head

With opportunity smiling at me

Hoisted on shoulders of my friends

I won’t stand there like a statue, or be caught dead

This don’t mean I’ve lost my body, just ‘cause I lost my head

I just use the strength inside, enough to break my trends

Reading is a ridiculous gift, the cat’s got your hat 

The fish in the bowl that don’t shut up

Life seems so easy moving in rhyme

Sometimes that’s how we get by

Lay the truth on the table

Throw lost hopes in the trash 

All I need is a little sanity

And I know it’s at home somewhere