Even during the darkest of nights,
I am with this thought of my future,
Nothing scares me just enough to stop.
Even during the blackest of days,
I am with the memory of time past,
Nothing depresses me enough to pop.
Even during those hours of blues,
I dispel each of the purples in strait,
Because in being sad, I find just glop.
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 8:51 PM UTC
Even during the darkest of nights,
I am with this thought of my future,
Nothing scares me just enough to stop.
Even during the blackest of days,
I am with the memory of time past,
Nothing depresses me enough to pop.
Even during those hours of blues,
I dispel each of the purples in strait,
Because in being sad, I find just glop.
