In order to go forward, I have to let go of the past. Until then, I’m tricked into a mundane cycle.
blister prone.
padding on my feet
looking like i make a living on the streets.
that’s the farthest thing from me.
i’ve got safety nets,
they’re why i don’t succeed.
nothing on the line,
but my pride
and it doesn’t make a difference to me if i let it die.
add fuel to the fire
like a burning empire
in the middle of a siege.
– D K T
