Bitter Sweet

mother to my tears, father to my smiles
successs your snake ive been following miles
un dettered from following, any fear is hollowing
tomorrow could be the day i fray from sorrows wings.
burning down bridge and tearing down walls,
slithering over obstacle intent with gaining all
with a fire in my belly and a warmth within my cheeks
elated by the beauty of the treasures that i seek
the intangible treasures, its them we all pursue
perennial longevity, forever, for a few/
the stuff of dreams where nothing seems sawn onto a seem
in a free flowing fashion, posing hazard to the keen
their quick to take a leap, promptly taking the fall
eyes too big for your belly, lips cant take it all
chasing what appears to be a herring in the red
could keep your belly fed and children in a bed
comfort in the back row, why would i need that for?
discomfort in my drive is the reason i adapt more!!
act more rigorous to barrackading entities
enemies, mind state and aggrevating energies!!
everything around suggests survival of the fittest folk
the strain in my calves helps me feel like i can get involve
elevate awareness and where less pride
because it only drags me down to peacock my stride