I am where I've ever, or never have been --
in motionless sprints,
racing towards something that was.
No lack of leisure, or leisure with sin --
bogged by my stature and
dragging down my fellows and friends.
But where one progresses, one may prevail --
in light of absence,
in the vacuum of cold, still air.
And where one is stagnant, that one may fail --
drunken on tragedy,
and shedding this coil of flesh.