Of only I knew what it felt like to be at the jaws of death would I know what it feels like to live

I jump at every opportunity like it’s an empty trampoline park

I dream of life without morose or with an adventageous sort of way

As Thoreau said “the mass of men lead quiet lives of desperation”

But reaching the end is reaching out with no destination

Here lies the beast of all that is grand

We all know she’s to be damned

I wanna finish this but idk what to do 🤷‍♀️