the day beats down in heavy waves leaving me gasping, wasted as I set out to sweat out this mess that I have become the challenge: to find who I was - those ideals I held close, the dreams I reached for - before I gave into life's pleasures and turned into this mess I have become my knees echo with the ache of days gone by, as my back reminds me of brazen choices of youth, and old wounds ache with the coming rains, I am determined not to accept this mess I have become.
