Fondly found, the ex of expectations,
It falls short, don’t stop longing to make it longer.
The devil does still dance if you’re standing on it’s toes.
Beating hard, the heart that once said to follow your head,
Always one step ahead, but never truly feeling it.
Idol tongues that are tied, with knots that are not really unspoken.
The crypt is inscribed with words far from cryptic,
Life is short, live it your way or nothing at all.
Your dreams, your aspirations, your diminished expectations,
the higher you reach, the further to fall…
but better to reach than go nowhere at all.