Tin Can Night

don't be concerned no matter how well prepared the glancing blows will come one by one at times in clusters you have to roll with them wipe the blood off the nose keep moving forward like an old plow horse stumbling up a rocky hill keep moving upward using the past as rocket fuel to reach that minty star don't be concerned about the direct hit either no matter how well prepared it's going to take you out but this time there's no getting up no moving forward no reaching toward the stars only the echoes of your heart devoured by the shadows of a tin can night