but...
you have to push yourself a little too hard.
you have to write your prayers for the daily recital.
you have to put extra power at the tip of your finger.
you have to wear your bravest vest during your most vulnerable hours, 'cause if you don't,

who do you have left to do it for you?
who do you have left to carry your sober body?
who do you have left to get you a cup of coffee
who do you have left to tell you, "wake up and shine?"
who can tell you that it's time for you to shovel the road again for the next seven days?

who else do you have except yourself?



© ubik


(for everyone who feels lost, alone, challenged, and depressed, please accept my hug.)