Uplifting from the ash
Knowing I really need some cash
Why does that never interest me?
Dull material things that only serve me instantly
Coming up and seeing myself
My flesh, my body, my thoughts myself
Being who I want to see so stupid shit can stop re-occurring
Creating little protective worlds doesn’t mean there won’t be disrupted
I anticipate attack and resistance
Intrusion into my existence
I know I don’t have 9 lives but I know there are ways to survive
To thrive and carry forward even if my body dies
I can stand the blows, the rain, and even those who put on a show
I can take it until I allow you to break it
Let you test me and push me to my limit so I can see how far I can go
What debilitates me so that the pace goes slow
So what will I use to recover to re-up me?
What ointments, weapons of protection is going to help to keep me going?
So I look at you and look at me