Where Should I Rather Be Right Now? Slip of consciousness. Chalked up memory. Like a car wreck, I wake up to. Hit – and ran. Bruised, unaware. A limp in my walk, A cannonball reputation, Cuffed to my leg. Run as I might, I was in the same place. Here, nothing would be worth, That single one word, Those trickling tears. Even scrapped knees. Nothing could erase it. Fallen, not like an angel. Crumpled, and I am not a brick wall. Tainted, wished I was but a glass. Shot, and I am standing. Cause nothing can tear me down when I am nothing at all.