“my money’s gone, so far past broke…
contemplating the words i've spoke…
worried about these troubling times,
problems have destroyed greater minds…
my town is small, my world is black…
holding on? but it’s strength i lack,
and courage too. i don’t have much;
heroic qualities and such…
i walk these streets in despair…
october winds have chilled the air…
my path, lighted by the cars…
and yet, uncertain, like the stars…
but still, i press on through the night…
i walk alone, no one’s in sight;
i walk alone, a single man…
trying to formulate a plan…"
sometime in '00 or '01, was writing on loose sheets of paper and wasn't dating them. just finished today.
I really like this one and the picture is great with it
ReplyDeletethanks michelle. to me, the picture's just as important as the words i pen.
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