weather the storm
many more come
climate change that
is coming
many more souls suffer daily
my capuchino is getting cold thinking about this
personal trainer will be mad with my lack of focus
it all seems so futile
there is a beat
it keeps time to my life
and i find it
suffering down boulavards
byways and back streets
she asks no questions
waits for nothing more than my release
and she is always there for me
if I take care of her in the least
we move together toward
and end
sometimes it's away from the start and some
time it's not
i give you what i got
what i can
up the slopes we struggle alone in silence
mist or dust moves in on to us
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