"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day."

Saturday, November 14, 2015

No feelings left

The road you walk alone
is the darkest path at night
You reach out your hand
Clearly not up for the fight.

Thoughts cloud the light
leaving you blind
The weight of the pain
always keeps you behind.



I sure hope the world tells me when to get it over this. Otherwise, I'll never look elsewhere.