Struggle No More
4 legs and a shoe lace made of leather.
I don't recognize this song.
Itchy eyes and a heavy head.
I'm glad for the ink in my pen.
A greeting from a face I know.
And a hot cup of Joe.
I feel a cool breeze.
My heart is full.
The sense of security now comes from knowing who I am.
It's as good as it's going to get thus far in this moment.
The best is yet to come.
Whether long or short be the road.
The Sun will shine on.
The rain will wet the land and the dark will hide the things I don't want to see.
A refill is at hand.
Thank God for supply and demand.
But how will the toothless man consume his mountain of spoils.
The power of repetition delivers a constant stream that avalanches down.
Behind their smiles is a dark and bitter frown and a self appointed crown.
In the midst of confusion; is hope; is a seed; is a promise.
If you will.
That waits to heal when the dust settles.
Dot...dot...dot...-Hmmmm
Put the arms down.
Pick up the fellow who's fallen.
Put love back on the menu.
Work we must
But Struggle no more
Struggle no more
Written By: Michael K. Englmann
On the Seventh Day
Of The Tenth Month
In the Year Two Thousand And Fourteen
AKA: BigBang / BlueSkyIgniter
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