No Savior

When I say that I'm lost in life that's an assumption of my part within my heart that life has a path.

When I'm not in strife or peaking acolytes, I'll be seeking a missus; a distraction, right?

I'm equally vicious, completely surreptitious when I'm withholding my riches of exalted switchers on & off with ease.

I'm not lost when the land under my feet is deeply superstitious.

I'm quicker than my wit allows and my hand twitches when I'm uniquely describing glitches with an intelligence beyond the content that's giving rise to these features.

Dreaming of what I'm losing, what I lost and who I'm choosing to be is the result when I'm going aimlessly afloat.

No boat, no sail, no hope with no Holy Grail.

I'm my own savior and I bail.

The end is coming and I'm not there to save ya.