black plastic bones

In the morning we forget who we are. It's like all these lives can't be mine. The numerous bodies my hands have touched, touched me back - one more time. In the end you're still seven trying to make friends in the sandbox. We're sinking and everyone is so complacent. I rise like bubbles in champagne. I keep my eye on the one ahead, never lose the hunger to move higher, to see clearer, to speak truer. It's getting ready to fall, you know you're about to lose. Start over, with some dirt and you still got your teeth. It's the same old game, up and down, I'm not done fighting. Give me your best, let's do this.