On the Trax

if I sit around, waiting
for time to, slowdown
it never will
I'll never feel
the change
I'll be to weak to
break the chains
got to keep on, getting up
sitting too long, will
numb your but
it's hard to creep
with, you feet...sleep
to all of my haters
no comment
invitation only
you're not invited
but, if you're hungry
"YOU CAN BITE IT"
ish, happens...I write it
log in, logout
I see a speck in your
eye, so
"GET THE LOG OUT"
never know, what  might comes out
Hector just walked,through
the door, paint on his clothes
whiteout up his nose
no help from me
it's the life he chose
yes, I do care...but
I'm not the only one
standing there