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Chipping at the brick on my shoulders
The day is drifting away and I am Barely recovered from
the onslaught of expectations
The ones I have put on myself,
far weaker under the heavy groaning chips on my shoulder.
I am not happy, charming or healthy, but,
the whips crack endlessly threatening my back.
I am almost broken.
Forced into the crevices in the corners of corners I am backed into.
How did we get into this mess?
We've fucked it up your way,
we've fucked it up my way,
Now there's nothing really left
but survival of the insurmountable.
There's no time to be creative
No time to be difficult,
yet, I still old on to dreams that are as ephemeral
as the problems were inept at solving..
See you on the other side,
hopefully well be on steady ground...?
Whatever happens,
I love you for trying.
Always will. Xx
This is amazing
To flow through a torrent of torment, and still bleed into the silvery light waking through the darkness....epic
If you hate the title, i'd change it to "I love you for trying"
You always have such a gripping way with expression. It never ceases to amaze me.
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr