One Step
Looking at myself in the mirror, I see myself all wrong, Causing me to doubt the truth I had known for so long, When left seems like right, surely something isn’t right, Maybe it was the reflection, or perchance the
Midnight Sun
Gathering the last bit of energy, I reached the bus-stop, Whatever else did, the fatigue never did stop, Broken in the body, slowly breaking in the mind, I wonder why I put up with this daily grind. The cars, the