Monday, March 9, 2020

A Time To Fold

A life's work looking for a cause. A damsel in distress or an underdog under the gun. The struggle to find a purpose still gets me out of bed every morning.

If there hadn't been rock'n'roll, I would have found something else, I suppose.

We all talk to ourselves. I write it down and put it here. Nobody ever accused me of mystique.

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