Sometimes I'm high
Sometimes I'm low
Sometimes I'm running
With no place to go
Blessed are the gatekeepers
as they will inherit
the doom that lies
behind the doors
of choices
squandered

enough of pity
let me create a life
I can manage
to a degree of splendor
and abandon, that's right
and wander into the
world of random fate
once again
it's not too late

the apache kid