52 Summers 1.2 Poem by Darrell Harris

Ocean views, small circle of a chosen few

Rest in peace to Nip, showed me the way to see it through

To die and be hero, or live and be a villain

The same coin standing tall until the wind blows

They can't look inside your soul

They can't fill you up, you're the one in charge

They can't make you sad unless you let them

The grind will never stop as long as you know the truth

They can't make you stay up late at night

They can't make you see the failure as an opportunity

We don't get to live again so while we're still here

Get your brush and paint the canvas like it's all you have

Sometimes it might be true, sometimes you'll wanna quit

Sometimes your vision of a dream turns into a nightmare

Sometimes it comes true, but it depends on you

If you don't put in on the pot how you expect to eat?

This is up at 3am to try to make a way

Where you can wake in the hills with an ocean view

If you don't like where you're at now

Keep your head down and push through

And most of all... believe in you

That's true love