Loss Of Life

Enlightened lots.

Heightened odds.

I look at the sky and there's Gods I'm frightened of.

It was quite a shock to the I, like a violent pop.

I'm on an island of silence like Silent Bob.

Pirates try like psychics to guide my thoughts towards the lies and rocks.

What's being wise a sign of? A life of loss.

What's time worth when your mind works like a clock?

I'd like to rewind and stop this insight from rising up.

Was it divine or lightning in a tiny cup?

What's more frightening than riding luck?

What's more enlightening than driving drunk, colliding with a sign and sliding into a truck. Surviving and finding a buck?