Rocking Devil: 6 of 8

Recurring new seasons came With blowing winds, sowing occurred Harvesting giants arrived, yields were counted, And profits were shared Here I sat, crossing my fingers and toes Looking for nutritional facts, on a tequila bottle Recapturing a past, long gone I still felt it Deep within I, crushing my poor bones Lasting impressions, the Rocking Devil left I wished it was forever, and it never let go I felt my full potential, and new challenges I was determined, to take on and smash A sludge hummer, was of no use, my hands Were well equipped and strengthened Effects of the … Continue reading Rocking Devil: 6 of 8