Seasons…
Some lines we write.
Some lines were written long before us.
To tell you the truth,
every now and then it’s hard.
thing is—that’s life.
there is no one coming.
is what you want worth the sacrifice?
a great life is built by enduring
season after season.
and you’ll want to quit.
a day will come when you think
time to pack it up,
to say fuck it to everything
every ounce of sweat you’ve poured in.
purpose doesn’t stay buried
under self pity.
heaven lives in the journey and the destination.
powerful.