The correction of the slippage…

When there’s nowhere to go but into the descending from the top. When never making it to the tip that peeks out for an earning prior to not having enough piss to fill the pot. It’s always in the rise where the slippage loses track. Sliding so easily back to when self had risen from a moment before creating laughs. There’s a slope in the middle of the climb that isn’t seen. When resting for a bit to take in the scenic view as the imagination dreams. Just to look up at where the struggle once stood until the falling landed to start all over again. As the turn finally walks away from the fight that isn’t worth the insanity of repeating the same ol bs that life grants. It’s forever a grunt grinding going nowhere fast. As the head never hangs with eyes that refuses to accept the impossible facts. Some things just aren’t a matter that must consume expressions as if failures are real. Those who awaken in the adjustment realize living is more important than sacrificing time for a better deal…