Written by Nichole Joe Spurbeck

Mar 2, 2016

Ink On The Yellow Brick Road.

It’s a story to unravel, It’s the path that was took. Each memory we travel, we could all write a book. We could all make you cry, in one way or the next. Bring a tear to your eye, with depth so complex.

Feel the pain in your chest? when you can’t catch your breath. You feel like there’s nothing left, when this lifes just a mess.
They push and they press, this chapters intense… you cant put it down.

Just take it all in, the highs are profound. Feel those bumps on your skin? or on the back of your neck? your hair standing on end, when your standing on deck, or drownding in dreams.

It’s yours to direct, so edit those scenes, wear smiles that beam, it will have an effect. As bad as it seems, it could be badder yet, and that’s about as bad as it gets. Don’t let your attitude change, things only get as bad as you let.

When they’ve shorted you change, take the chance to collect. Our story’s the same
in between the lines where we met. I’m not naming names, I’m gonna pay my own debt. You’ll do the same, when its yours too address. Rock bottoms no game, so when you realize you’re blessed.

Your as low as you get, it can’t get any less, you can only go up, you can only give it your best. You’re always gonna find sorrow, every now and again. There wont always be a tomorrow, but you’re promised an end.

There’s no time to borrow, but it’s your time to bend. Even when you have no one else, the true meaning of the end is your at peace with yourself. At peace with your hell, just gone with what’s been, so when those cards are delt, the real story begins, and all your feelings are felt.

The real tale is told, and it’s always just grey, however it may unfold, it was always ment to happen that way. When you can’t see what’s what, or whatever the day, at the fork in the road, no matter what... it would have happened the same.

It’s all gone and came, and it’s written in stone. Live up to your name, and never live life alone. The paintings not plain, when your true colors are shown. Never beleive that it’s vain, because you are beautiful. Inside your the same, beauty down to the bone.

A story worth change, just waiting to be told, and when the ways paved, it will be paved in gold. Here’s your yellow brick road, click that pen, tap those toes. Write your book unravel your soul.