A pauper once pondered if he would ever fall in love with life again, after feeling the rain during a chance encounter with fate he abandoned the lottery, with the tenacious ferocity only a vagabonds prophecy could stake to his faith
For he’s fought his life with losers and uncouth career choosers, he was the splinter caught between a hellfire and winter after Papa State eraced the grace from a once true and youthful face he found the hunger birthed by adversity is a lethal fuel for change So now he’ll never rest upon a steadfast crest lest he can can feel his dreams like pain
A little something I wrote after I quit my job and started to finally pursue my truth