I push my bike harder to see how far it
leans.
I don't know what mortality means.
My survival's the horse on my side of
the bet.
On the other, I'll pass before I know
regret.
I've embraced that against death, my
only power
Is to turn down Caesar's life cycle of
cowards.
Don't ask me for wisdom, explaining
your dreams.
I don't know what enlightenment means.
I've met nary a detail I couldn't
forget.
I'm willing to wager my brains in my
bets.
I've had scores of ideas, every single
one awful.
I'm always thinking, but I'm never
thoughtful.
I exist on a circuit of several
extremes.
I don't know what nirvana means.
I take too much in and I push too much
out.
I settle for laughs so the world won't
hear shouts.
I've always been loudly, excessively me.
I don't have a clue how to shut up and
be.
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