Every step i take
I leave a small piece of myself behind
soon there will be nothing left
the cracks in the pavement
match the cracks in their weathered skin
The sky’s a brick wall
the grounds a juggernaut
each day they get a bit closer
between them, I am caught
This Could Be Anywhere In The World
If there were no desire to heal,
The damaged and broken met along
this tedious path I’ve chosen here,
I certainly would’ve walked away, by now.
The Patient ~ Tool
