Hard Roads

Hot water down my back
Steam on the windows
Five holes in my toes
Three blisters
A bruised wrist
And a body so generally sore
That it hurts to breathe
And I wonder
Why the fuck do I love this shit
But I know the answer
Even though I asked the question
I’ve always loved the difficult
The things that require
Blood sweat and tears and
Everything you have inside of you
Truth is
I don’t know how to live any other way

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