rush.
where to next?
where am I going to lay my head...
in a foreign bed or on the ground again?
How these days grow long,
endless endeavours.
I love it.
Although the tendancy to fall hard.
Smile because it is all you can do,
laugh because silence is deadly.
when one day folds into another,
another card is delt,
you take the hand your given,
with no sorrow,
you carry on...
for today is filled with scars
as was yesterday and tomorrow.
it builds character they said
it will get better
I believe it will...
I just hope I don't get lost
finding my way back home
wherever that may be...
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
rush.
where to next?
where am I going to lay my head...
in a foreign bed or on the ground again?
How these days grow long,
endless endeavours.
I love it.
Although the tendancy to fall hard.
Smile because it is all you can do,
laugh because silence is deadly.
when one day folds into another,
another card is delt,
you take the hand your given,
with no sorrow,
you carry on...
for today is filled with scars
as was yesterday and tomorrow.
it builds character they said
it will get better
I believe it will...
I just hope I don't get lost
finding my way back home
wherever that may be...
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