I Can't Stop, I Just Don't Know How. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Did you hear me, I got plans.
Taking a stand, create a new brand.
Love me, or hate me.
Doesn't really matter.
Because I'm already on the other side saturn.
So far way, so tired of just barely making it.
Now is my time.
Oh tiny, tiny sparkling little star.
You got heart.
Changing everything from the very start.
Going back in time.
Hitting the pause and rewind.
Where is that moment, where they doused my flames, and brought me to my knees.
Could anyone hear me scream.
Fighting unbeatable demons.
But now I have overcome and out done everything.
Yes he's packing, yes he's got a loaded gun.
But doesn't plan on using unless it has to.
Faster and faster zip zag zip do da.
This is pure energy capture while you can.
Or it'll escape your grasp, waiting on the right tool for the task.
Sometimes you have to adapt and just make it work.
So much weight has been lifted.
The frames slightly bowed but no where close to being broken.
So why start from scratch, an itch to hatch.
Don't throw anything else my way because I'm playing catch.
Striking the very last match.
But it's all I needed.
Now an inferno burns enternally, forever more.
The limits have been destroyed.
Raising the roof.
Breaking out of the knoose.
Playing a game of chase a golden goose.
But now that's over.
It feels so good to be sober, alive and breathing.
Heart beating, pumping, thumbing.
Racing challenging yourself for a semblance of control.
A whittled down soul.
Still as vibrant as years ago.
I will never allow myself to get old.
Even as aging is in full swing.
I will never be satisfied with what that will bring.
Pain, joints aching, guess what I'm still celebrating.
Till my early or late grave.
There will never be wasted day.
Not as long as I can still move.
In a certain kind of groove.
With no brakes, it will continue escalate.
No drugs needed, natural all the way.