Tragedy

The tick-tock of modern day life starts and stops on the ground. Keep everything level, right down to your feet. It's nights like this that friends show their teeth and enemies retreat. And it's like falling from so high up that you never feel the ground when you hit. And it's like saving up all of your energy for one last breath and that's it. What ever happened to making it out alive? So you broke all the rules. I'll bet you think you're so cool. I heard you say that it's nothing. But it's nothing short of everything to me. And I don't care if it's blessings or something from up there. Life is turning around. Instead of this faceplant to the cold ground, thinking how nothing could ever break us down. Remember me, ringside in the first round, thinking of tragedy and crowns