Falling Through

Often, when I look through these eye's
I begin to realize I'm visualizing a coffin
seeing Death as it begins depriving my thoughts then.
It softens, my brain begins to process somethin I'd rather invision
because it doesn't matter I'm livin, as long as I gather the prisim's
an avoid climbing that ladder to prison.
Stop trying to voice my opinion, sometimes you have to just listen.
don't wait to ask what your missin until after your finished.
Be passioniate with every single action you give
maybe find a girl's lips, instead of puttin em' on every ass you can kiss
an just be glad that it gets more lavished than this, because
you have to admit your flaws before claiming that your status is legit
just because you have glasses an sit in the back of class with a chick
that your too afraid to speak too even though you practiced it with
a mirror - go after what you want so you can bask in the midst,..of it ALL
now I'm on it, awoken..
rest assured once a promise is broke in, it won't stop til' its broken
you follow the voices in your head until they get lost in the commotion
an what it costs for a toast is well worth it when the boss says "promotion"
unless your the guy that suffered a loss an you know its,
another flaw thats provokin, drink after drink - then fall from the Potion
until misery clouds thoughts an it soaks in,
then the thin ice your skatin on gets so thin - then the choice is on you
will you put your goals in perspective, or fall through?