On a journey.
Always forward, one step follows another. Seeking new grounds to walk on.
They seek what life holds ahead, if traveled not, might stale the sole out.
So push them off the ground, one day they may fly, but how far would they go if one wouldn’t even try.
So my hustle treads a daily grind, as I run.
To all the destinations I seek.. “Here I come.”
They seek what life holds ahead, if traveled not, might stale the sole out.
So push them off the ground, one day they may fly, but how far would they go if one wouldn’t even try.
So my hustle treads a daily grind, as I run.
To all the destinations I seek.. “Here I come.”
