We drag our boxes alongside our hopes with sighs as breath, and thoughts for reality. We all bought it, but do we really want it? Our dry mouths hidden by wry smiles. This is what I want!-we shout back to the voices in our head- We hope,pray even!
I am the beating heart. I'm in this for good! With my hand to the wheels and my eyes on the road 'cause I am the beating heart.