The way life works out

That's the way life works out
breathe in now and stand straight
you lean to the left with that extra weight
and you're tired

So you walk away
Stronger on your left
or stronger because you left
That poisonous vial made you weak
But it made you look right.

Over your shoulder you see those eyes
Who lust for your strength and safety
That face
who mists in exhaustion
and wants to be carried home.

But life's got other plans.
It's not yet eleven, and your limbs slave to the scent of iron,
which some say smells like sunscreen.
Give me 35 because I don't want
that smell to stain my scars from the pump

Soon enough I can retire
to my evening at home
where I breathe in again
and lean to my left
While what's right for me
somewhere out there roams.