Sunday, April 4, 2010

I'll Arrive

Head spiraling in a black hole atmosphere enhanced with the pitchfork of the devil casting it's shadow around my footsteps following his echoing laugh.

Body completely exhausted but the flame of hope burns and drags me closer to the cooler side of the pillow where I'll rest my marathon thoughts and track meet visions of constantly requiring to stay ahead

Somehow I'll shake the chill of worries

Someway I'll be able to say someday

I'll Arrive

"Sole-Phresh"

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