The time is too short
but never too long
to reach ahead,
to project the image,
which will in time become a concrete dream.
another cigarette,
another day,
from a to b,
again avoiding c, d, and e,
'cause e is where you play the blues.
avoiding a death
is to win the game,
to avoid relegation,
the big e.
Drowning in the big swim,
rising to the surface
the smell of you
that's the lowdown