Good morning. So far so good. You know. Everyday it get easier to breath. I want to thank God for all that has come before this. Today may not be a big day. But somehow I feel great joy in anticipation of the events that will be laid before my path. Traditional optimism makes for bad poetry in my opinion. Yet here I am, holding hope in one hand. And the flows in the other.
I can only expect to be uplifted
by who
the street angels
my own joy flows through the madness
it's all too big
yet it's shrinking
it's all confusing
so I'm still thinking
life is just a blink of the eye
one wink until I die
by who
the street angels
my own joy flows through the madness
it's all too big
yet it's shrinking
it's all confusing
so I'm still thinking
life is just a blink of the eye
one wink until I die
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