Splinter

Drinking Vintage seltzer
We are just drinking Vintage seltzer
Bloated mass, a substance
Citizen of motion
Drinking Vintage seltzer
Ocean bound, you're a walking breather
Valence overactive
We are just drinking Vintage seltzer

Split at the cell
He never held
A forward-thinking sense of self
Imagine a scene
Of canvas and oil
Imprinting a shadow-puppet clown

Breathing is short and there's salt in the eyes
It's broken down into separate molecules and enzymes
Ahead is an airstrip marked at the mile
To show you your progress as the runway moves by
Instead I could tell you there's a place that exists
Where you won't be compared to those on right and the left
Where you're ruling your own zone of cold calculation
And soaking in the glory of all you created
The beauty and filth is weaved arm in arm
A manifest patchwork of balance in the universe
You're standing at the crux of a pushback and fall forward
A local anesthetic in the habitat of self-doubt
Crawling for weeks on bare knees and shoulders
I am the peace that you find as you're older
I am the bind that you place when you're colder
I am the face you contort when you're bolder

Choosing a path
Committing to fact
Vulnerable, action necessary
Calming the rain
Choreographing
Mojo to mark down chance of blue