It’s a rainy day.
the wetness of the pavements shine,
in the bright street lamps.
I write on Twitter,
some of things I’ve written here,
if I think they’re good.
If only I could,
maybe I would do it more,
and be good at it.
The truth is, I’m not,
and that is the part that hurts,
if I’m not trying.
I watch time go by,
and like the rest who watch too.
I know there is less.
In these holidays,
I will seek to do much more,
and finish something.
I hope I can win,
a little luck with something soon,
to let me breath free.
