Submissions by johnson71342

An old guitar string
One strum away from the snap
How much can it take?

I’m growing older everyday.
I can feel it in my bones and in my soul.
The world outside it changes by the hour,
and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid.
But maybe it’s me who needs to change?
A man can’t live on bread alone.
All these growing pains have me feeling things.
Things I can’t change with my songs.