half therms

that is exactly my state of mind
floating above the surface
or deep down under the surface
a half therm is being battled
to carry on by the side of mine
dreams and desires I let take over
no guilded promises
but concealing the reality behind it all
there is no use in this
without a foot in the ground
there must be an equilibrium
nothing and no one lives truly
delivered to one world only
it turns out like poison
enjoyed while it become my blood
whole inertia kills slowly
as total adrenaline
we have vices
and one of them
one that causes so many more
is to choose just a side of every story and sensation
oh the excuses of making the wrong choice
accept the mistake and water the tree to grow
life is in every demise
as death is in every corner
every end of every cycle
you did not even notice
no one can live in total inertia
this is not enjoyment
it is just existing
too close to cease to exist
this mania of 8 or 80 will kill every single one
for we drag others with us 
never aware
to left will be merely
the ones who actually live by the taste