Know Better

Know better.

I no longer wish to know better.

It’s never made me long for less.

I know longer bodies don’t protect.

I know we all got long until what’s gone is left.

When I no longer ponder I’ll lose all my sense.

The sentiment of every lesson spent.

Every memory and pencil piece and ten percent of every catchy beat ever let defeat ya less than ten percent.

Batteries are meant to end.

We build towers to last hours when instead we should’ve flowered and surrounded the delicate sounds of our seconds left.

Let me take a second breath, reflect on how my final step gets impress.

If it happen then correct is just perspective, no ones score is kept.

Even Kill bill becomes an artifact that no one checks.

The truth is our existence isn’t fairly fetched.

So far dogs get to heaven better- if I’m-dead-

It’s expected.

I don’t dread sudden endings.

Put me in chess sets and set me up special.

With check from the jump.

And no bad intention.

Everyone winnin n’ain’t nobody offended.

Now that i’m a ghost I suppose I know the most.

That’s just how it goes, wisdom gets juxtaposed.

Just because you write doesn’t mean that you show.

A poet left alone is unknown but guess that’s just how it goes.

I could grow to a stone but never throw away my soul.

Questions better best and betting don’t leave a dent.

If I had a pen it still would bleed through my chest.

So I had to say it just to be said and left to rest.

The rest can know better.

Or show clever.

Or grow never.

Until I’ve wrestled every precious bone I‘m blessed with.

Just to get to heaven.