I look into the mirror, my eyes heavy like 400 pound weights hang from them.
Weeks of no sleep will do that to a man.
All these tricks, and I took the bait.
I ran, and ran.
It was no use , ya see.
Maybe you're not part of the plan.
I've got to focus on me.
Wolves will still howl at the moon and
the sun is not going to stop rising.
Roses painted yellow, not red will still bloom.
I owe it to myself to better myself and not stop trying.