The
fires of
San Diego,
the terrorist death
flow. Floods of wrath,
tornados of death.
Lifes tragic turn,
we either live or burn.

We'er 
         in this world 
                          of up and down , 
                                                   live and in living color 
until life strikes us to the ground, tragedy right in the face, scary as hell in the minds lace. So I lace my mind with a simple fact, one that touches my soul in fact, keeping my person strongly intact.

It's not my turn
   to burn. Until that
       final day, on I play,
         enjoying while I can,
            with a strong demand,
               a positivity plan, up to the sky,
                     enjoying lifes pie, what else can we do,
                                                            until we're through?

                                                                                        G