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Too little left in the tank
to make it to Griffith.
So I peddle on the streets of
another forgotten town.
I left my car in an idle backstreet
took my guitar & possessions
and left for the main road
to panhandle the poor.
My family have forgotten me
so I often forget to
encourage myself to succeed
at occassional moments of time.
To my suprise there is
more to be made
in quiet streets with the occassional
passerby; who I suppose is lonely.
to make it to Griffith.
So I peddle on the streets of
another forgotten town.
I left my car in an idle backstreet
took my guitar & possessions
and left for the main road
to panhandle the poor.
My family have forgotten me
so I often forget to
encourage myself to succeed
at occassional moments of time.
To my suprise there is
more to be made
in quiet streets with the occassional
passerby; who I suppose is lonely.
Published 2nd Jan 2016
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2nd Jan 2016 3:56am
music in the streets, a little less loneliness.
hangin there on the corner, listening...
hangin there on the corner, listening...
28th Jan 2016 8:03pm
'I often forget to
encourage myself to succeed.' I understand this kind of loneliness, crawl down and sleep in it. I found it easy to relate to the narrative here. Thank you.
encourage myself to succeed.' I understand this kind of loneliness, crawl down and sleep in it. I found it easy to relate to the narrative here. Thank you.
