A Restless Cold Night

Hey World! we all have moments when we need the help of someone else, elsewhere we're just out there, suffering in the silent struggles of self. it's not selfish to be self reliant unless it makes you self centered. At the center of one man's island near the gates where the lonely entered. The entrance where the hindrance of arrogance commence to make sense of our bull. So, who owns the bull that took a on my lawn? My lawn was fertilized till they burglarized the rise of my dawn. By the dawns early light, I was tired from the fight, between the need of a good sleep, and a restless cold night.