So close; so far. Secondhand smoke from the Cuban cigar.
I feel like having that one woman that you would pretty much “drop everything” for can keep you grounded, and influence more mature actions/choices as a man dating or lightly involved, not committed to any particular female.
Not made to be completed. I don’t work to plateau. I can’t feel like I must accept. I refuse to take what’s left. I ain’t buyin that shit. There’s no dead end. When will never happen. The wheels don’t exist to fall off. The show was never shot. The goal isn’t tallied. This is the song that never ends. I’m not high. I’m not high I’m not high I’m still thinking. This post is not meant to be figured out