Keep Walking, Keep Breathing

Past the corner shop, the lights flicker, the wind cuts deep.

Smell of smoke and rain, oh, promises I keep. Kids kicking cans

in the street, laughing like they own the night. And I feel my own shoes

wearing thin, tight. Mom always said, "Keep your head up,"

but her words hit the wall like the nights I tried talking and nobody heard

my call. Scribble in notepads, the ink smeared with thought, every word a

battle, every line a war I fought. Yeah, and I stare

out the window at streets I can't claim. Everything moves fast, but inside I