got my writer´s license
selling commas down the river
avoiding luck for decades
makes you careful around
periods
got my writer´s license
selling commas down the river
avoiding luck for decades
makes you careful around
periods
In the trenches
I´m not a flower
Hunched behind the
Torched and the homeless
A glowstick posing as
A city of hope
A rewardless journey
They said
Endurance handed
Like a trophy
Nothing is for granted
Moving forward