My Roof

There are lines that reveal whole scars,

And sometimes the stars,

And how my dreams aren’t only possible in Mars,

I can’t help where I look,

And I stay praying to get booked,

Waiting for the right shoot,

So I can get them all hooked,

It isn’t about confidence, vanity, or beauty,

It’s about the loot,

And to implant new and strong roots,

So far it has been a collection of boots,

But that’s just fueling this boost,

It just take one shot to blast through my own heaven’s roof.