Every day we have to have it our way.

Trying to make something out of what we break.

 Who we are somehow shines under all our scars.

Over looked we keep our noses in our nooks.

Safety first no real risk, that is all depending on what we dis.

Deciding to lie or lye around town.

One really has no reason and can make no since.

While the other can become real frothy.

Life so rich you can’t pass on the taste.

You start to crave instinctively the way the desire distracts you from having enough.

There becomes only one goal one saying, there is never enough.

You desire the limit, there is none.

As much or more than you can handle, and still no peace.

Clime higher, go faster.

Is more better or are we dumb?

The max you’ll never reach that.

So why strive?

The sky is the limit!!!

I'll clue you in,

Just open your hand you’re all ready in it.

Where you stand you can be the man.

No need to break and remake

Just began trust me it will be

 Frothy enough

In the end.