I’m almost tired of worrying about context. It’s almost like a complex. To see how far that I can complex,,, anything, and everything, that has been published or created. It’s like, this all has been belated. This has all been stated. This all could be greatness, but I ain’t a part, so ima hate this.
Quick changes, happen in life. I can drink a beer, have fun tonight.
And so quickly, come to fear tomorrow night. Because I cause so many fears in my deep, that still reside inside……………………. But yet I ride.
I’ll be here the next day. And shouldn’t you? I hope for just the same.
I got some people that I sure could blame. But still it’s up to me to run eternally.