Don’t be ashamed.
We’re all going somewhere,
even if that somewhere feels like nowhere,
it’s still somewhere.
And you know what?
You won’t be the only one there.
Honest.
I’ll be seeing you.
Don’t be ashamed.
We’re all going somewhere,
even if that somewhere feels like nowhere,
it’s still somewhere.
And you know what?
You won’t be the only one there.
Honest.
I’ll be seeing you.
Purple sky.
Blinking lights and a deep sigh.
Cars pass by.
We
are
a
dime
a
dozen.
And
nobodies
asking
for
a
dozen
of
dimes.
There
is a
brief
window
as a kid
where
they
don’t know
about
overtime
morning commute
time and a half
cut hours
nor should they,
because
they’re kids,
kids who need to let the adults speak
you tell them all the time
so
when
the kid’s
all grown up
and wants nothing to do with you
don’t forget
all
those
times
the kid
just wanted to play.
The
world’s
got me
beat up
again.
Like
every
great fighter
on the ropes,
I
can’t quite get the sweat from my eyes,
blurring my vision
of the battle
I’m sure
to
Win.
Life is short.
So don’t question
the chance to
laugh.
Let it rip!
The
proof
is
in
the
pudding,
but
I
don’t
eat
pudding.
So,
shit.