to slog on through it
to slog on through it
one stumble to another
weary to the bone
to slog on through it
one stumble to another
weary to the bone
unwind assistance
a ginger ale and whiskey
the close of a day
closing of a day
secrets spill into the night
sitting on the porch
do something measured
with a powerful intent
better than stupid
the need to listen
to hear the world around you
become the quiet
a realization
sometimes i'm just very wrong
warned of days like this
acknowledge the end
to come back where it started
has anythng changed
step into the day
and wonder what shall unfold
some days are just lost
a realization
oh the wonder of it all
to be here right now
around the table
words of nothing are spoken
i don't give a fuck