It starts off knowing you'll be ok,
It starts off knowing,
That if there's a will there's a way,
But,
You won't do it.
You don't do it.
Sit down, stay your hand,
Your hand stays,
There.
It's better off knowing you'll be ok.
It's better off than showing you're ok.
Lighting up only to die down after each sentence,
Lighting up only feel a quick release of breath,
So why not vape the hurt away?
Why not take it away.
It starts off not knowing whether what you can say is ok,
It starts off knowing that maybe it's not.
If there is a will there is a way,
And,
You don't do it.
You won't do it.
Not even as remaining at ground zero,
When everything tears up,
And then the thought to take it all away.
Waking up only to die down after each second,
Waking up only to feel a quick release of feeling in surrounding color,
Why not sleep the hurt away?
Why not give it away.
It starts off knowing,
Knowing the only fix is being held out of grasp,
It starts off knowing,
Knowing the only fix is being held,
But,
You won't lose to it.
You don't lose to it.
It starts off knowing you're broken,
But,
It refused.
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2. Looking For What Tomorrow May Bring
PoetryThis is the second book in potentially what will amount to a series of books over my life. Unfolding the next chapter of life, as things move on forward towards a gateway that brings greater things, things greater than I. I have to stop and wonder...
