The dewy wetness of the grass
Eases my tired, aching feet
And eases the pain of losing a gain
And a goal I failed to meet
No matter how high I rise
The standard never seems to fall
No matter how hard I try
It seems I never improve at all
A constant chase, the race after dreams
And I hope someday that I might win
But for now, I'll just keep trying
I'll battle through thick and thin
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Out of the Blue
De TodoA collection of my thoughts, ideas, complaints, poems, and short stories that just came out of the blue. Image courtesy of Google Cover made by me
