One Last Shot

The rungs of the ladder that I used to climb
fall away as I wonder if going up was right
not that I have the time to think
that I did growing up as a child
it’s all wasted...
and intellect, it lasts as long as love lives on
but not before creation flows,
a fee that’s paid for by your landlord.
Waiting is an invitation to all your vices
shake their hands and roll the dice,
decide your fate in a game of chance
but not before you wave goodbye
and hope that with your one last shot
you clear the way for the future,
not the one you thought you’d choose
but good enough to keep you clean.