A chance to regain what was never there
The chance that fate has smiled tonight
Another chance at falling stars
If only a fleeting chance...
Saturday, July 6, 2019
It All Sinks In
Fifth Street on a Saturday night
Or no night in particular
Fifth Street on a Saturday night
Promises made while dreams wash away
Fifth Street on a Saturday night
Does it really matter?
First Post Of 2019...I Suck!
There was a time when this blog helped me through uncertain times. I tended to it like it was the best hydroponic and looked forward to writing about Pro cycling, my personal cycling, stupid shit, and also use it as an outlet for my depressing, lyrical poetry. Life moves on and things change, but I will always come back here and do something. This is my 13th year exposing my consciousness to the Internet. Please go back and read some of the early stuff if you follow Pro cycling...it's pretty good. MP
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