Some days are harder than most.

Some days are tough.

Some days it’s hard to find a reason.

A reason to walk with head held high.

A reason to feel the world as it is.

A reason to trudge through.

To wade through life’s setting sludge.

Bleak.

It all seems bleak.

Some days are harder than most.

These are the days to be tough.

These are the days to find a reason.

A reason to walk with head held high.

A reason to feel the world as it is.

A reason to trudge through.

To wade through life’s setting sludge.

Bleak.

These days are bleak.

But there’s always a reason.

No matter what it is.

Something small.

Something meaningful.

Cling on.

Bleak.

It’s not always bleak.

But it can be.

Be tough.

You are.

I am Timi