How is your determination doing? I didn't see the things you were selling You ran through, head down And spiralled into your body Between the white and red blood cells How has that been? Are they concrete yet? Did any opportunity resolve itself beyond debt? And no, I cannot spare anything Or, truth be told, I could, but won't But what is spare anyway? Everything ultimately loses itself Into the same old chain As everything else And I would like to pit my fragile conscience Against my fragile sense of determination And if death is not the end then it's a waste of time Dependent upon how we each respectively choose To view it