Long in the toothI still sink into the caramel
No where can I exist
In resistance too long
I have been discarded
To drink from this drop
I must tumble into oblivion
I barely have time to remember
There is the problem
As I tumble head over heals
I remember
I feel the dizzy sojourn
I flap my wings
Against the the too much
I still fly in the moment to the last
It's more habit than else
There still is the rush in survival
If an overwhelming emptiness
What if I can't pull out
Obviously I will break my back
But there will be no more
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