I fight with having the answer. I struggle with making the choice. I agonize if I am even in touch with my surrounding.
Twelve rounds later, nothing has changed. The question is the same. The struggle is still apparent. The choice has to be made. Agony is untouchable. My surroundings are within reach.
Do I really know something? Alternatively, do I know nothing?
My fight, my struggle, and my agony are something. For nothing is neither better nor worse than something.
Nothing is just nothing.
"Heavy Is The Head..." (A Soldier's Thoughts)
- Derrick L. Randall
www.amazon.com/author/derricklrandall
#LOVE #DLR
Image: "To Know Defeat" - Ernie Barnes women
Twelve rounds later, nothing has changed. The question is the same. The struggle is still apparent. The choice has to be made. Agony is untouchable. My surroundings are within reach.
Do I really know something? Alternatively, do I know nothing?
My fight, my struggle, and my agony are something. For nothing is neither better nor worse than something.
Nothing is just nothing.
"Heavy Is The Head..." (A Soldier's Thoughts)
- Derrick L. Randall
www.amazon.com/author/derricklrandall
#LOVE #DLR
Image: "To Know Defeat" - Ernie Barnes women