it takes a village to build the nerve
falling rocks and a learning curve
when what you desire and what you deserve
have no intersection
left the womb with my skull intact
married into a cul de sac
filling the void with a nick or knack
for a lot of misdirection
what good's a rite
without sacrifice
you only live once
well, you, maybe twice
I skirt the divide of our separate lives
our separate lives