My mind is a garbage dump.
I have to sort through heaps of junk.
Worst place is where the piles bleed.
It takes time, effort and faith.
On a sunny day the space stinks.
In a dark night creatures creep.
Can't tell you how many times I quit.
Wanna just hitch a ride outta the gate.
Something tells me hell & paradise is the same.
Can't pick & choose what's in front of your face.
Maybe under all the things mama told me I ain't,
I will find the peace to tend to this gift.
The gift.
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