infinium

(So my day's of me slacking off while writing are behind me)

I count the day's sitting in the weary cold. So beaten down I shall not gro bold less morning light washes me clean.Then my purer heart might be seen,tip toe my dreams along the milky way,no longer I struggle,here to stay,plant my roots,my doubts at bay
walking weary along starlighted sleep, it is here, my heart. I do keep