connecting*the*dots

not too much to ask
three servings of blood, sweat and
tears
shaping my world
hurled
a morning of adjustment
meant i had moved on
c’mon
it’s not where you are
but where you’re going
knowing that i plan on getting myself straight
hit my weight
re-create that half of confidence
the present will become the past tense
unrelent
spent
i went to it
i’m just doing it
lit my ass with the passion
a lastin’ reaction
taxin’ my ass 70 minutes per
grrr…
i’m back in the game
off the bench for good
before i slept
and then i stood
time to shut up and run
’cause i told myself i would