At The End Of The Day
We like to shine, because, we like the way it makes you smile.
We like to shine, because, we like the way it makes you smile.
These potholes, catch my heels’ heels in ways that make my knees fold, and all this, chanting, jumping up and down, is making me feel old. There was a time, when moving, grooving felt like fairy dusted gold, but tarmacing and hussling is making wrinkles start to show. There must be more, to these…