just to get by
Lifting weights, nothing but you and the plates. piling them on, craving to get strong. hard as a rock, lifting them blocks, you have nothing on me. I send my muscles out on lease. Strength is an illusion, its all about perceiving. Its all about believing. and pretty soon you will start achieving. I aint here to start preaching. But please believe me when I say that this shit is so real that my blood sweet and tears cant compensate for what I do at the gym. Its my escape its my place of release, somewhere I get peace. something that keeps me at ease. helps me go to sleep. At night, I wonder, I ponder, why I do this thing called weight lifting. and the answer is to just get by.
