Life's Poetry

the fight for the soul like rock-n-roll goes on and on day after day, sometimes it's a breeze, it comes with ease, other times... there's just no freaking way - the funny thing is that most of the time is spent between the two; it's not really up it's not really down not good not bad it simply was, and just is. it's kind of like waking and sleeping at the same time... a dream within a nightmare a blessing within a curse... and, well maybe it doesn't really matter much; but, I suspect that it just might, for it feels like both a great labor and a great rest, all at the same time.