The Immortal Jukebox
Some days, some nights, Life can be a struggle.
Seems like Easy is getting Harder every day.
Every day.
High water rising everywhere.
Everywhere.
All the hedges blown down – strewn along the road.
You come naked and crying into the world and that’s how you’ll go out.
You inherit a world of trouble.
Flames rise up to scorch the sky.
Every morning you wonder how you’ll get through the hours until the darkness comes and you can somehow sleep.
Every night you wonder how you’...
Published on February 12, 2018 02:32