Feeling like falling,
So, I get back up.
Who’s to know my story?
Who’s to give a care?
I am only one,
But together we are mighty.
Space fills my chest.
Breathing in sunshine.
Such a funny carnival ride.
Come to see
My retro Ford Model T.
See my hands,
How they have grown wrinkled.
My skin is pale.
My heart is sore.
My head is empty.
Can you see the ending?
Such a proper pitiful state.
Such a hungry boy,
Waiting to be Christened.
So many years of falling down,
Struggling,
Then getting back up.
So many sad endings,
Only to prepare for another beginning.
Too soon to tell now,
But I expect there is still hope.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 