In a room is all I can say.
In a room with all who were dismayed.
In a room of all who have given up.
In a room of all who've been beaten up.
I thought we were breaking cycles.
This barbeque won't make it up.
These old tunes won't make it up.
These old goons won't make it up.
Yes'sir
Yes ma'am.
No sir
No ma'am.
This shit leads to no mans.
YOU ARE READING
Until The Soles Wear Down
Non-FictionAs life gets harder, so do the falls. As life gets better, so do the wins. As I go through this journey of getting back on my feet and running toward the life I want I thought I'd share some literature as my heart and soul begin to repair themselves.
