We're on the road to nowhere
Late
night conversation
Turns
into a fight and all
The
years you've been frustrated
They
finally subside
And
now you walk away
To
face
The
day
Alone
It is in changing that we find purpose.
Sometimes I can't put a name on it, it's juts this fear that wraps itself around me so tight I can barely breath. And all I can think of at those times is that I've missed something. Somewhere I let something slide. Something got through my grasp that I should have hung on to