The world a force to pray The months and years Looking up at the sky rays The change of force Takes over any course Change of luck The winning horse Nature takes the course Lighting fuse Change of force Growing full force Godly- Rose Tearing- forgiving The change of force Prepares us to a better living Do a* change* of* good
Life is about change whether young or old stay strong life can be full of anxiety Prices are sky rocket to many changes we need a better balance
I’m sitting in the 8am sun by the end the driveway, trying to get a handle on the day. folding chair house basket coffee. such is my custom and my delight. driveways are a luxury this part of town. my back is to the brick sidewalk to my right sunshine upon my face and forehead eyes closed. a rundown hispanic fellow about my age appears from nowhere out of my blind, asking for a lighter. my eyes open and all is light. he recognized my lighter sheath heavy *** metal with the bottle opener at the bottom told me that he had had the same one; picked it up from some no name bodega out of where he originated in spanish harlem. he began telling me his life story, you see. he never heard the word ‘****’ until he moved to Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. told me he was the black sheep of the little family he had left, and that he hadn’t seen them in years. he stood before me on the sidewalk in the morning sunlight. I asked him for a cigarette. he was raised tangled in a cultural straight jacket; one tailored to his demographic. an urban person of color. his Divine Masculine red lined and impoverished. hand me down outfit tj max rap music video. I told him I identified as a stray dog, sitting by the end of the driveway 8am sun. he told me he was just doing the best he could. best he can with what he got. our hearts were bleeding there together pooling up on the driveway 8am sunshine sky, blueish white. I told him where I worked, gave him the address told him come get some free samples of CBD.
everyday I forget that it isn’t my job to save anyone. he’s walking away with a limp up west orange. i close my eyes. I hope he doesn’t need any CBD.
Yesterday, I confessed One last time To the guy I once Imagined my future with He said no But nonetheless, That was the happiest moment Of my life I'm finally free From the aching nights Of will he want me back And is he worth it