What I am unsure of will only hurt me if I never try to find it out.
The things in my head are intentions over words. I want to be better. I even have a rough idea of how but it is so much piss and vinegar. It sounds good to others. but it is short and may be more noise than ambition. There are things that I am unsure I can do and I barely try them. I need to know. I need to earn to grow to know to love to get my face dirty. Tire my legs and bang my head. Skin my knees and land on my ass. There are as many things wrong with me as I will allow. Life is the way I saw it is. I get that choice because it is my life and I have nothing to lose but boredom.