Near as I can figure I am on my fifth life. Mock punches from the void. My sins and my trophies are bigger than they should be, for such a bush league player. So make your own calls on why I am still here.
I have grown tired of the doom game. I have never really been a dark guy, and I gotta tell ya, it's exhausting. No wonder those goth kids move so slow. I am tired of looking back and I am tired of worrying about what is to come. I can't articulate what it means, but I think I am starting to figure it out. I don't want to make it a slogan, a bumper sticker or fortune cookie tripe, so I will just try to hang onto the vibe and let the rest fall to the way side.
I feel good today. I'm going to go ride. I have a century posted on the watchtower in case something good is creating a dust trail on the edge of the realm. Other than that, I plan on living vicariously through my sons and riding my bike.
Demon fear
Demon doubt
get thee behind me
I cast you out
W.B.Z.N.
4 comments:
Dude, we never met, but I like you. You know what you want, and you go for it. Keep it up.
Although it does no good to worry, it seems to be my hobby. I will take cheer and wisdom from your post.
Good on ya, HWB! You still have four lives left (if you're a cat and I think you are), so live it up and ride.
"No wonder those goth kids move so slow."
Too funny, and a very astute observation. where you riding today?
Can I come?
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