the tap is dripping

[lokedog]

i regret some things
and some things i didnt
but now is for now
and now im deep in it

counting the days until
my day wlll come
is not the way to live
in fear of the sun

step into the light
and i squint my eyes
but ride the whole day
and into the night

i will be weathered,
withered, and torn
when they throw my old bones
in with the worms