On the field at Austerlitz: I was led no where but back to myself. It was then I realized I led myself.
The sun cast a pale shadow which melted into the darkness of the asphalt patheway. Crossed arms, Great Gatsby under his elbow. A soft wind made the light under his hat kiss his forehead. It’s so close I can taste it in the air, feel it pass through raised hair.
Somewhere shivers a moment of silence. I share the devils perspective as he looked up to heaven from the abyss. Nothing to lose, a free dance with chance. Its time to cross the Rubicon, 'let the die be cast.' Let this line in life be snorted. Let all things in time be sorted.
I don't need this high to last forever, that'd be far to generous, just until the day I die. My forever is all I’m asking for. Its time to jump. We go now, with or without Gods help. 'Hold firm my will, for you must be stronger then my heart.' I have a date with fate and she'll kill me if I'm late.
