Monday, 2 January 2017

Solo

I shiver and I drop my head,
In another life, I'd be in bed.
I pick up foot and place it down,
If I stop for too long, I begin to drown,
In the sadness and the exhausting truth,
That life is not mine, as it was in youth.
My role now is to push forward, be strong.
Now matter how tired, you've got to move on.
One solo moment to let the tear fall,
Then paint on the smile as loudly they call.

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