That suture in my side
Tells me I strained too hard.
Lifting that thing up,
Or was it twisting.
Could be either.
But I stood on top of that table
And hung that damn TV on the wall,
By myself.
But that table held me.
That suture in my side
Tells me I strained too hard.
Lifting that thing up,
Or was it twisting.
Could be either.
But I stood on top of that table
And hung that damn TV on the wall,
By myself.
But that table held me.
A tiller is hard to control.
But it makes for new crops.
You just need to hold on and let it work.
Some people cross your path.
Some paths you tread have the same people.
We compare trails.
Saving, Spending, Making, Lending.
Giving.
Time, Money, Self, Love.
Rent or Own, it's Mine.
Do we ever really own anything anyway?
Absconding quietly.
It would be worthless if it belonged to anyone else.