Everyone always talks down, about the habits they used to have, just because the ones that stand out…
Change
People beat themselves up, day in and day out, for not knowing enough…
today I am a stale biscuit,
difficult to chew…
To be something rare,
is to deal with pressure,
and refuse to crack…
Blame is boring,
and can make,
life harder…
If no miracle arrives,
and there’s a wellspring of work,
waiting ahead…
People who say,
that something is part of our nature,
may be right…
Everyone always says,
that something is a rite of passage,
but if that’s the case…
The moment when you realize,
that something has been moved,
and you can’t quite recall…
That’s just the way of it though,
rising up and going down,
never really knowing…
