eyes on tomorrow koan

some of us are possessed and something says
"go for the rest" to me; so we sing "admit defeat".

the feeling is stuck, but I got friends to tow me
if they can handle the weight.

sometimes, we can snap chains and kill winches
at times even I admit I lock the transmisson.

it is after all hard to tell the difference
between a cliff and a ditch
until one hits.

bottom: "some of us are possessed". go for the rest-
I here speak of a button who brought life to death.