A Mexican Stand-off

Some times I feel like greed 
Going after too many objects that glitter  
My eyes goes blind, and I am left with none  


Close though, always close enough 
To taste ownership of the dream 
So I make a come back, on addiction of ambition 


Sometimes I stretch so much, so far  
I lose elasticity and take on other forms 
Like what lies between magic and the spell "half baked"

Longer in such forms than I want to be 

In transformation state. No one is suppose to look 
In the  hot eyes of melting ore, not for that long  

Some times it is the commitment that lacks 

Like sitting to watch a screen play about, me myself a' I  
By a bunch of rebellious teenagers, with other plans 


There is always that tingling feeling 
That takes me back, with strive 
For a while away from procrastination 


That lures me into just one more step 

When I am past the muscles  stretch of strength  

Just one more, to shy procrastination 

Sometimes I take that step, with vim  

Other times I feel  so stretched 
Chasing two dreams on opposite ends 


Facing a Mexican stand-off with a handicap  
Awaiting for outcome on count down 
Between sat in sofa comfort procrastination and strive 


Something has got to give, that is the rule
Something always gives, that is the rule 
When the needle drops, that is the rule  

But for renewed strength from back bones 
Which says to one, take on the two, am with you 
I believe in you, and no mountain is too high to climb 


To make it to one's feet 
And still be the fastest shooter 
With smith and western