
FOR WHAT ITS WORTH
Jul 22, 2017 · 1 min read
Mental is so desolate like rocks in the sand, dry and brittle in the middle of whirlwind of I can… Not fail this time, the grind like a thin line between love and wait, hate is not an option, often falling out on goals, being what the dominate thoughts chose, who knows the depths of the abyss, deep within this is like hit or miss, and resist the temptations of an epic fail, in the well, you have to tell when you’re spinning your wheels. Running backwards on flats up hill is a master piece to what life has to deal. Learn!
The Urban Psalmist
