Things get too hot,
gotta let ’em go.
Gotta pass ’em on,
kick ’em down the road.
Hot as Hell
to the touch,
can’t seem to keep ’em cold.
Try to hang on,
but no,
they’ll even burn your soul.
Tried to find my way
back home,
as a child on my own.
Lost my way
in a maze,
half the time
I’m amazed I’m whole.
With all the little
pieces of me
I’ve lost as I corrode.
Time to fix
the inner parts of me
that I have left exposed.
Can’t hang on
to the memories;
gotta let ’em go.
Can’t go on
making enemies
of everyone I know.
Life goes on
and It’s clarity
I find out on the road.
It’s too hot
in this wasteland,
I won’t make Hell my home.
HG – 2020
