With all their might

The birds try, with all their mightto surpass the highway noise

It’s a hard thing

I could be doing ten billion different things in ten billion different places, but here I am, trying to enjoy the most out of what I have up here It’s a hard thing to do

The wall

There’s always something blocking ahead. There’s always the wall; thick and made up of stones and concrete. I can kick it. I can try to punch it down with all my passion, but it just won’t collapse. I shiver and pace in this forsaken room. The lights are dim and the cold clouds claim and

Always try to look the best that you can

So please, try

I’ll be long gone. You won’t see my face again my friend, so please, try.