seems we’re ready   must we be?   living life to its scripting   no real substance. no release.      seems so long-never seem to learn   continue to cover our hands      time breaks my back   as we reach for the sun: will we burn our hands?   yet i’m resolute; yes i’m feeling fine   can’t stop chasing; no limit on time      sinks his teeth into   what he knows.   giving all - to what will grow   mist of missed opportunities. release.