When days are like night which way is right?
This darkness fills my eyes. We’re all stumbling fools fighting for light,
some striving for life. Thought- provoking inflictions in my mind,unwind.
If I’m done trying I must be dying,inside with time.Suffering to survive, I wasn’t puffing to get high; just to keep a hold of mine ;maybe even hoping to find,the answers to these questioning times… 2b continued
