jtpandai

Untitled 05/10/2018

None to be won when there isn\'t competition Falling fast, breathing slow numerous repetition Running, run faster you might just fall off that rock This ship\'s sailed but you\'re still standing by the dock Wandered nonstop as it sailed over the backstop Who would capture me when I fall off that rooftop The wind picks up pushing me forward as I glide Decisions made, give up on this ghost town Soaring high beyond all not even looking down