How did I get here
This sweet spot
A half beat away
From yesterday
Traveling through
The train of thought
To a family portrait
Charcoal charred
Suffering burns
Stealing my identity
Hitting the rails
Tampering with temptation
Breaking the fantasy
Doll house straight out of
Central casting
My reality check
How did I get here
Was it pure luck
Or divine intervention
Maybe an instinct saved me
From myself
Does it really matter
Sitting in my sweet spot
Still here
