People hit the pillow hard hoping to forget the day behind them, people stand terrified of death in cold kitchens late at night shivering, some people want the best for everyone, and they love endlessly.
The champion is always rewarded. To the victor, the spoils, and with a bone like grip everyman, goes to bed, with nothing but what he earned... Worked hard for and tried to hold onto, year after year, but I noticed how scary a touch of base feels. One thing wrong and dreams shattered, fears come true, ...and all of that has to come from within