Hopping, skipping, never stopping.
How easy it is to swap one sin out for another ?
Trying to survive destruction with distraction.
Untethered, and uprooted.
A cloud basking in the transient blue of freedom.
Trying it’s very best to ignore the rolling, impending storm.
All my vices are handholds I’ve carved in the side of the cliff.
Frantically climbing climbing climbing.
It’s all I can do to get away.
I’ll climb into the sky, you see.
I’ll float into the storm, you see.
I’ll go from fire to the thunder.
I won’t think twice as I escape you, only to run headfirst into myself.








