In Advance

So lonely and blue you might say it's devastating

But the story needs a song sorry for procrastinating

A poem without a book is like a work out with no tools

Useless in the hands of fate

To be telling the truth and we have no tension to abide

My life has been on the road road is full of my stride

In terms of another people were laying down in bed

I was on for a purpose with my heart above my head

The vision was clear that target was high

I raised the steaks and disappear for a while