How do I try to make my life right.
When the leaves start to fall, and all I do is go.
Not stopping to hear the rules.
Just breaking them and not looking back.
The same ones that I wrote to hide the hurt.
The hurt you gave, but also the same one I caused.
But the wallet has run dry.
There is no spare change left to fill the void.
The bank is closed, and no loans are allowed.
Now I must start all over, and with all of this I am happy.
I can now begin this journey call life.
Misconception 