‘so be it’
so be it
and let me run with millions of horses, and
this thing that has begun.
let me win ruhbarb and joys of the sun
i was only just 4 years old 18 years ago
and if you counted my freckles, they would glow as
the number of scars in my heart
most of them fresh, most of them won
because in the end
the victories we win
they all start with a fight
with some gin.