Date: 2020

Location: Rome, NY

Artist: Robin Theriault




Like the hands of death, we cant hide from reality indefinitely

We know it's waiting, waiting to be dealt with, acknowledged

Time waits for no one

We set out in life with a plan, a goal

A strong sense of where we are going and how we will get there

If we aren't extremely diligent 

These plans will crumble before our inexperienced eyes

Leaving us spiraling down a path we swore we would never cross

Not fighting for what we know is our kismet is true sin

Selling yourself short, giving up, backing down


Not a chance in hell