metricks

stats are 
traps

that

make attacks
from 
our gaps. 

we travel
and
we trip

over rolls
and flats

trying
to max

our

forward movement
forgetting that
our fears

always

for-warn
the past. 

esteem is
made trash. 

hope 
seems rash. 

heart can
get
so broke
no cast

can bring
it back

to life. 

same oath
same path

same toasts
same ghosts

same boast-

those that
can, 

act. 

that’s 
their
test. 

those that won’t
change,

brag. 

and 
then
count
their
steps.