In Progress

old habits, bad habits, I've had it, with feeling this low, keeping smoke to blow, it's time to recognize, the idea of feeling alive, trace these scars, like all the stars, I'll attempt to reach, allowing me to teach, uninhibited minds, like orange rinds, innocent and sweet, though beneath my feet, the ground will rip, I'll take this dip, as I've done through the years, while dueling with the fears, mustering all will, to forget the kill, and just keep forward, press on toward, the day of, my payoff, I can press my palms to pray, for such a brighter day,