Wet Spark Struggle

Changing histories with casual ease
lobbing softballs from the wicked past
marking the boredom of your choice
poking the embers of a forgotten fire

It is close, but all up hill
you have seen yourself naked
ready to come back.....again
no drinking gene to help along

For all your rattling, there is a band
that holds you back, that keeps you down
I will not be your liberator confederate
Only room for one to ride slowly up the coast