Two lines
The unmatched parallel between any struggles
That life will throw your way, and your behaviour
Will follow a discourse of upward savior
As the pit of stomach goes haywire juggles
Carry on throwing up the tight gastric banding
To remove all pressure in your own universe
As the sky's the limit of the Billy goat's curse
Shading into nothing as victory branding
The lines continue straight to never cross or touch
Shining only flicker to warn the other house
That the war is settling past the gasoline douse
Turning the other cheek as painless ways in clutch
Guiding your own talents into the great lightness
To satisfy yourself to your highest brightness