And how dare you not remember?And how dare you walk away?
And I wanted you so much
Just like I do right now
I wanted us to be the one
The poets write their books about
I wanted it to last
I wanted to grow old
But life got in the way
What's a biker to do, but roll with it
Life, like a poem,
ReplyDeleteOr a song
Goes where it will go,
Pulling
Or pushing you along.
Rolling past the castles
And the signs
That looked, when you were eight,
Like a distant finish line.
But time and undistance
Show clearly now
The fixes and the damage
Repointing you somehow
To a scary path,
Steep and rocky.
Cuddled in fog.
Take my rope.
Belay on.
Climb.