Scene 74: Out of Reach

Sitting on the sun, feet dangling in the stars
Looking down far, looking at one
Little pebble rolling, stumbling down a hill
Tumbling against its will, praying for something holy
Oh what can we do, but watch helplessly?
Sitting restlessly, oh what can we do?


Things are supposed to get worse before they get better.

Just have to remember.

And keep trying.


I need to reprioritize my life. It's kind of in a mess right now.

I apologize for this late poem, once more... It seems to be happening more frequently...

Only thing to do is to keep perservering.