Some days are rough pretty callus indeed And you gotta be tough, if you want to succeed. But there is hope, small as it is. It's enough to cope with whatever this is. Cause some days are great, and they make me smile. they make me think, I could stay here a while. ------ People like people. Some people like things. Maybe some things are people, or they're attached to strings.
I've been afraid of comparison recently and the unruly grasp it has on the creative minds. In this creative world it is easy to lay people side by side like two ideas and say one is better or worse. Comparison Compared to the sun how dimly I shine my warmth extinguished in the passage of time that kind of radiance could never be mine Comparison Compared to the sun I could never be I wilt shamefully afraid to be me because I don't speak eloquently or loudly or persuasively, I