Lifetimes come and lifetimes go and too many stride through their time not saying what they feel and what they know. Sometimes histories win and sometimes histories lose, sometimes they stalk the night and steal dreams we’re meant to use.
Jokers fake hymns and feign allegiance leaving backstreet memories scattered with bones and dust and sad-eyed people living with eyes closed and ears tucked in.
Take your life by the hand and walk proud into your lifetime.
