The forces of future and past
Are here at last, regret clicks
I unison, I am a denizen of unfair
Treatment, the ways of the street
Meet my feet, kicked around, loving
The trash in me, for it rarely meets your
Mercy, ahead is a dead sound and a foul
Flavor—trying to depend, trying to bend,
Trying to apprehend future, erasing past,
Now, the glorious now you call me to,
You press renew, I didn’t have you then,
But I have you now, one look will satisfy
All that was overlooked in me,
Can I rest, can I boast in this?
Peace is produced with a lifetime
Of restlessness, with a lifestyle of
Struggles