Faith Like Multiple Somersaults

sweet candy used to be a friend of mine sour mold is now the enemy i fall for the air is so cold down here i am impervious to dying the well is now dry here for some reason i keep on going maybe it is what my mother told me about faith before colon cancer claimed its next victim perhaps that faith is the guardrail i have been invisibly holding on to all this time this faith....it is my umbrella in any level of rain then again, it is sort of like my protective coating for the vulnerable skin of my obvious underconfidence i always accept every offer when the door knocks....wherever i am.... sour mold used to be the enemy i fall for sweet candy is now a friend of mine