No More

No more eating the scraps from the table.
No more throwing yourself down, just to see if you're able.
No more waiting.
No more calculating.
No more tasting the rotten fruits of deceit.
No more breaking your own heart just to see if it still beats.
No more rolling in the hay with pigs.
No more groupies of the gigs.
No more taking the road detoured.
No more needing time explored.
No more chalking it up to live and learn.
No more intentional crash and burn.
No more running wild and scared.
No more feeling unprepared.
No more hopelessness preserved.
No more less than what you deserve.

And you know what? Fuck, I do deserve it.