Hills

You could be up, you could be stoked
Then wander under ladders
Laughing at jokes
Of such delicate matters
Is it not ok to say that
Its a tough thing to take back
You could be over the moon
Out of sight of the earth
Lose track of the gravity
Til' it smacks you with dirt
What can we do to forget this
Should have just never had said it
You could be giddy with prospects
Irrefusable offers
Suddenly stumble
And die in the water alone
What's a guy got to do for a rope
Sink fast when you fall from high hopes
Same opportunist had taught me a page
I been writing the rest in hopes to be handsomely paid
Trying my luck not just kneeling to pray
But I'd blow it on luxury if the day ever came
You could be stuck you could be cold
You could be homeless and starving
Get a knock on your cardboard
Its opportunity starting
Get the knife, cut the cake
What a remarkable, diving catch of a break
Excavating the bottom
Mining in the gutters
Stumble on precious metals
I guess you'd just discovered
Something ascends and then looks up
Good thing, you looked pretty shook up
Patience's anorexic
Prosperity's tardy
As luck would have it
You're invited to party
How exquisite the taste
Fortune's worth more when you wait
Same opportunist had taught me the ways
To take pride in the work of being honestly paid
There's no denying the luck nor ignoring the fate
Don't you deal with what comes with whatever it takes
Smile, keep your hopes just as close as your shovel
You're pining for growth, fertilizing the rubble
Most will come close to ignoring the struggle
Wish you best of luck in your run-ins with trouble