Every story begins a little different
Every climax peaks with a separate inhibition
And every fall ends in the same exasperation.

I get put in a state of inebriation
And falsely begin my new creation
The fumes start to stir and I fall into intoxication

My thoughts have no collection
Shields fall to zero and I start my perspiration
And must turn it up to eleven and go on the retaliation

Fighting harder and harder for emancipation
To be freed from this continuous cross examination
And just be together happy in sweet locomotion

But sadly it ends in bitter sweet recreation
And I am fine with the defecation
Because I am the friend who continues to be vibrant.