....it began...again

I was born right after the ides of may

and oh what a glorious day

for my vernal birth on this vernal day

popped out red as a raw pattys shade

horrified at the decision I made

this must be some hocus pocus

starting turning the color of a crocus

this life aint gold..thats the lie they told

its a slog just to breathe, Ill have to learn to walk, crawl and Ill teethe

my last life ended in Ash...and here I am again..

just living to crash