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there is no quit in me
when it comes to writing
I don't know why but
something that I cannot explain
takes over me
so many lines of mines
were killed at one time
I stood and watched them die
I had no time to mourn nor cry
no attachments no ties
is how live my life
it makes things simple
like busting a pimple
or squeezing a blackhead
what's gone is gone
what's dead is dead
pass the book on
once the last chapter
has been read
why put it on the shelf
make room for something else
when I'm annoyed
I look in the mirror at myself
once you face death
and still live
you will wake up
and you will live your life
like you never have before
you will never be pacified
or satisfied you will always
thrive and strive for more
I speak these words
from the book of
been there before
all there is to falling down
is getting back up
and doing some more
