Broken dreams laying on the concrete street, still got myself up and cary on… cause in the end something has to be caring for me. I won’t let them write me off… Dreaming when I am awake, dying while I am alive… nothing feels more real than when I am about to die. Waiting for the day I turn to gold.
Journeys never end.
As it can inspire others.
To find their own path.
DW
