It doesn’t really feel like I’m fighting for anything
or doing too many heroic things;
It feels a lot more like I’m on one of those long conveyor belts at the airport, just casually being ferried along.
How, then, do I keep so much in, with my baggage ripping at the seams
and further entangled with outdated dreams.
When casual happenings of today feel like yesteryear’s sins
All I can do is grin, the way it all pans out;
hard to keep the mind from always finding something to complain about. – RSM
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 