No Time To Waste
Clever as they seem, they are lost and confused, broken down in life, life has drowned them in their own pity. They dream of the day when their life will be finally set free, no more broken laws just to eat. At times it's hard to breathe, in all reality they have everything they need. The short cuts in life seems to be the easy way out. A reach can mean a dream come true, like soldiers we march forward into the unknown, some may never see the light. They think that they can get over, it will always bring you back; when does it get old. Why is this to be, life bruises and elements that arise. In the heat of the night they are weak, not willing to shape or form their life, they run and hide without a fight they die. There's no time to waste, live you're life.
Copyright © Jamad Harris | Year Posted 2020
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