When I was 17 i was tucked inside the mountains of a far and distant place where we were young the house we lived in, was a warm and honest premise but we knew not what we had in store for life and thinking i might die, i would surely live a lie so you smiled and said Join the Human Race Join the human race
you were just a mamas boy marching to your own beat see the cadence in your eyes bit an inner-extrovert living in a private world, running out of fuel supply and the years keep rolling by but the fear gives way to light