when it freezes Why are expectations so high? Is it the bar I set? My arms, l stretch but l can't reach A far cry from it or it's in my grasp but as soon as I grab squeeze I lose my grip like the flying trapeze into the dark I plummet now the sky's blackening I know the marks high Butterflies rip apart my stomach knowing that no matter what bars I come with you're gonna hark gripe and That's a hard Vicodin to swallow so I scrap these as pressure increases