Ad astra per aspera;
a barrier, a stumble, a trip on a crack-ed sidewalk,
cannot leave it behind, so pick up, into pocket slipped,
just an ordinary hardship, won’t stop me yet,
i’m racing striped ahead, each step a reckless adventure,
and the passerby’s all think, “what’s with that guy?”
there is spirit within, that’s greeting this chance of
all that can come my way, happy happening
yeah I’m tripping
over mine own words
surging, burnishing,
burning my tongue,
like a hot coal black ‘n orange
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 11:31 PM UTC
Ad astra per aspera;
a barrier, a stumble, a trip on a crack-ed sidewalk,
cannot leave it behind, so pick up, into pocket slipped,
just an ordinary hardship, won’t stop me yet,
i’m racing striped ahead, each step a reckless adventure,
and the passerby’s all think, “what’s with that guy?”
there is spirit within, that’s greeting this chance of
all that can come my way, happy happening
yeah I’m tripping
over mine own words
surging, burnishing,
burning my tongue,
like a hot coal black ‘n orange
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