AGAINST THE FLOW OF TRAFFIC – ACTON28.BLOG

I got myself variety of problems, for my soul, and my body, and my mind can’t take it anymore.

But here I stand, future in hand, cherished memories at hand, and the future is closer than yhe door.

The winds blow long, the heart beats strong, the path I follow is one I fall for.

For all I see, taste, and feel, and all I hear, touch, and smell, is hope and hope reached for in restore.

The days of dark, are out of the park, no longer distracting me with feelings I abhor.