(A short poem)
stretching limbs into oblivion
I grind because my future is in it
Never one to complain
At least not in tones audible to huemans
Believing in the promise of tomorrow
Strengthens my passion of the right now
I give thanks for purpose and light
Minimal struggle to keep the happy medium visible
In my darkest hours, i have fashioned weapons of resilence
And though my journey continues on the straight and narrow
Facing my everday has never been more satisfying
Praise Jah.
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