Last Legs

visit a realm of fog and haze
where spirits dwell and oft they play
ruses and spells from a far away place, hey
they’re calling you, they’re calling you to follow

i know you're so scared
you've waited all of your life
dying to be here
now you're along for the ride
‘cause you want to feel it
in the cold of the night
slow down and breathe in
you'll never feel so alive

now that i'm on my last legs
i've never felt so alive
i want to find out what comes next
i've never felt so alive

in the contest with self, he was on offence
now he's looking past his past
in the looking glass to get gratis
from all his self-sabotage and love and loss
conquering kubler-ross, still he's haunted
but he's walking and testing his confidence so
at least he'll know he did it
slow collision; a homing missile
closely approaching with motion sickness
so capricious but now he's zoning in
only inches away from victory's hellos and kisses
his only wish is to hold his britches
with holes and stitches into the coldest winters
will he cope with hopelessness, indecision?
photo finish cut, his hair is colour coded in wisdom
a ghost drifting away, old and grey
hoping this is not the end
a phantom in a half mask with a haughty grin
who planned to have the last laugh
in a past act but the copy ends
with, "let me have this last dance til they lock me in"
as he runs to the summit
summons the strength to run amok
come and plunge in to the dungeon of the mind
with a rumbling on the rise, accompanied by
a hundred hums of trumpets in the sky
breaking asunder, embrace the discomfort
chasing the thunder, raising from slumber
now it's 11:59... blooming in the hour of doom
this ill-fitting hope is a blessing in disguise
considered letting it die for a second 'til he recognized
his mind is restless, ready to fight
and step in the light, his resurrection is nigh.