"They say it takes less muscles to smile,
But on a day like today
I'll make the effort to frown.
God scratches His head to let
the dandruff accumulate on the ground.
Outside it's cold and that's all I feel.
When the firmament fell
did it ever try to get back up?
I'll take my cue from the sky.
When it's time to die, then die."

Don't you dare think it's your time!
Seek some more advice that
you're unwilling to let soak in.
If self-loathing had a liquid form,
You would have drowned in your room long ago.
Oh, but I spoke too soon.
You fill that shot glass with it every night
and I can't remember the last time
you didn't cry without it by your side.

Running on empty and you're trying to go uphill.
At the edge of the road, the world is a scary place.
Fear will keep your feet from trying to get to the other side.
Professional sessions and books
stack up on the resume of anti-triumph,
And you ask, "why does God hate me?"
In your world, God is a variable.
X equals God, friends, enemies, and you.
Open another self-help written by cynical critic
of social decompression and you just stare
it's beautiful blank pages.
Check the nutritional facts of your spiritual diet.
That body lacks healthy soul and you're
anemic to the life that is meant for you.
If walking away will take the pain from another day,
Then start running on the circular track that will lead
right back to where you started.

When the firmament fell, it didn't die.
Rather, it's past gets to lie on it's back to see
the beauty of what it has become.

How will your past view your future sky?