Summers turning into fall.
and my life is showing different signs.
for ever street sign i count,
that could be the last.
it could go to the dead end of my life.
and i wonder if i fulfilled everything,
my heart wonted.
and if i didn't i would get back up and start over.
if you knew the pain a suffering it hurt to get up.
i would craw even if my knees were dirty.
i would try it they gave out.
and then lay there and look up.
to see what the clouds do.
and see if i can do anything else.
then when it rained i would stand.
because it means it cleared all the bad,
and i could start over again.
