• kennykay 11w

    Food

    When the day is rough
    When the mood hits
    With a swing to the head
    To the food I run

    When the mind betrays
    When fears shackles cripple
    When doubts make lame
    To the food I run

    When the dream is unclear
    When the last step seems but a distant past
    When the mirror reflects everyone but me
    To the food I run

    When carried away by mind's wave
    When conversation is but a wilderness
    When tears hang on the eye lids, refusing to drop
    To the food I run

    When faith has waned
    When love is but a pipe dream
    When the looks hit me
    To the food I run