Got bored with the same old same old. It’s a tired road that truth be told. The signs are crooked, the smiles cold and the banter stale and boasting bold…
It’s clearer here the bill is not paid. Came way before me, foundation laid. Dancers dance while the music played. The quitters left the stubborn stayed.
Made a stand and faced these fears. Apologies were made to peers. Smiles sometimes gave way to tears. Same old same old gratitude years.