A Little Like Dynamite

A Little Like Dynamite

Nobody breathes like you

smoldering fires subdued

all that you need is a spark

to ignite that quickly shrinking fuse

 

So addicted to the rhythm of the shovel 

you keep digging way past six feet deep 

in over your head in innuendos 

you will have to claw your way out eventually

 

It might be safer treading

the true and tried path

but seriously

when have you ever let

adventure hold you back

 

Its a little like torture

like shooting yourself in the foot

over and over and again and again

till your convinced

that it is for your own good

 

It's a little like dynamite

it could blow up in your face

and yet you strap it to right to your chest 

without hesitating a second

hoping you have beaten the odds

that there is no way the bomb will go off 

that the tnt you carry in your heart 

wont turn a different round of cards