A barbeque on the deck

Trying to stay conscious as the days get dizzy
Pouring over the patterns
trying to make sense of the city
not thinking twice, about running rings around to whom it may concern

On the far side of Creation where there's a step down unit,
Where the air intake is monitored
Where moments are fragile , and not ready to commit.
Its a tactic that's acquired when its required,

When it comes due, hoping to roll it over.
Double or nothing for one more breath and a barbeque on the deck.
East of the End, its no doubt as interesting as Hades without a map to help you cross back over
The smart money on the fragility of the neck,
not enough balances and too many checks.

the inevitibility ineluctable
have to wait to see what's electable