Its You I Was Thinking Of

When hope of ambition has a spark of potential it always seems to get squished like a bug on a wind shield when driving on the interstate. Fight doesn’t seem to matter no matter how much you seem to have. Its you I think about and at least I have that much. This opportunity doesn’t matter but the experience does. We need to slow down and watch this experience burn down to the ground because in the end all we will have is ash and there is nothing we can do about it.