Words of the Hook

We all want to be remembered

have those 15 minutes

waiting and anticipating.

They bait and banter

so you feel you could

They whisper and gossip

but you know it burns.

Burns you down till

you are all you have left.

Its bizarre people find a

kick in exploiting you

saying wrong and never

believing right.

You are woven

once one string is pulled

the rest follow.

You are aweless

and try even when

you are put down but

we all need space to bloom

and blossom.

We all need to become

rustic and show our

originality.

We are who we are.