Mark Manson

NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE. I used to talk big at the feed store Like I had miles to outrun. Kept my name polished on paper Kept my back turned to the sun. I chased every nod from a stranger Paid too much for cheap applause. Now I leave my hat on the table And I don't explain my cause. I've got nothing left to prove Not to the town, not to you. I made m