And to the brink i will rise.
Was broken. -rearranged.
Under pressure, good times followed by hard times.
Good times will visit me once again.
When that time comes, I'll pray and let it stay.
This will pass and the world is moving.
Everything will be okay.
But something erodes in my mind after I typed that.
like a rock plummeted at the bottom of my brain:
I'll never be okay..
Im an average man,
sometimes i wish i could be more than that; to exceed excellence.
as days seem to go on endlessly, i await the "someday" ive always been promised.
Days when things are supposed to be perfect.
When i find my place in this unforgiving world.