Mud in socks,
wind in hair,
dirty hands.
A bag, a book
and a bottle
of water.
I stay awake,
they keep me
going.
I just can’t give it a name, To these thoughts that I pen. I guess sometimes its better To leave them unsaid.
Mud in socks,
wind in hair,
dirty hands.
A bag, a book
and a bottle
of water.
I stay awake,
they keep me
going.
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