When your thing gets wild, chilly down.
It's times like these that make you think about where you're headed. Finding yourself in the strangest places, with even stranger company. When salvation comes under the streetlights, it's time to stop. Were it simply a passing daydream, perhaps I could simply watch it blow away in the wind. But the sad fact of the matter is: As this world turns, these are the days of our lives. You're forced to shut up sometimes, but it could be worse. Cheek to cheek, thigh to thigh. No one gets out of her alive. However, if there is one thing in this world you can count on, it is that a new day shall dawn. Leaving the soil barren and desolate.
Torn asunder, scarred, but nothing near a wound that could withstand the years. It would seem as though the dust has settled and the sky has cleared, but within the momentary lapse of character, one's guard should be the last thing to touch the ground. I find it hard to determine when it was abandoned. Perhaps not a foot had stepped upon the soil to begin with? It's obvious that leaving one's door open is an invitation to thievery. But once everything worth any value has been taken, is it safe to venture out with an unlocked heart?
I'm changing my locks, but I'll keep my lights on.
Torn asunder, scarred, but nothing near a wound that could withstand the years. It would seem as though the dust has settled and the sky has cleared, but within the momentary lapse of character, one's guard should be the last thing to touch the ground. I find it hard to determine when it was abandoned. Perhaps not a foot had stepped upon the soil to begin with? It's obvious that leaving one's door open is an invitation to thievery. But once everything worth any value has been taken, is it safe to venture out with an unlocked heart?
I'm changing my locks, but I'll keep my lights on.