There are no old times
only a slow ride
down to the end
of the road.
Way past my home time
I’m getting told I’m
too young in mind
and my body’s too old.
They say “Stop dreaming”
like I haven’t been hearing
those words in my ears
my whole life.
All that I’m seeing
awake or I’m sleeping
is a vision
of what this could be like.
Try to make me fit
into your world
We’re both gonna end up
getting hurt.
I have tried my best to
fit in with the rest of you,
but I’m not the kind
to just lay destitute.
There is a new road,
I know it’s narrow,
but I’m gonna go,
I’m not sure I have a choice.
It might be solo,
but I’m feeling so broke,
I need to know
if I still have a voice.
All these things in life
just come and go.
It’s long past time
I hit the road.
I can’t say I see
where this thing ends.
All I know
is here or there,
we end up dead.
What’s the point
in living life
pinned down?
We have a whole world
to get around.
DJR – 2022
