Running on E uphill in a snowstorm.
Another year limps past, tick tocking it's way into the past on boots with worn heels.
But that's the way of things, the way of me I suppose. Keep walking on down the line. The fire inside smothered down to ashes.
Pockets full of failures and broken dreams. Tick tock tick tock. The boot heels clicking their damnable rhythm whether I want to stop or not.
I keep trying to reignite the flames but I seem to have lost my spark. So I just keep trudging.
Where do old dog faced grunts go when there's nothing left?
Who knows? Just keep walking.
But that's the way of things, the way of me I suppose. Keep walking on down the line. The fire inside smothered down to ashes.
Pockets full of failures and broken dreams. Tick tock tick tock. The boot heels clicking their damnable rhythm whether I want to stop or not.
I keep trying to reignite the flames but I seem to have lost my spark. So I just keep trudging.
Where do old dog faced grunts go when there's nothing left?
Who knows? Just keep walking.