Ripples of sound beating my tired head Can’t seem to find a road without, tracks Opening doors Steps onto trustee compartments As I look down, the lines of flickering lights and passerbys Entire towns Unguided folks lay there head down, one, last, time Close your eyes, say goodbye Close your eyes, we’ll be fine Rest your head, get some sleep This ride only takes, some, time And as I stare down Facing my remaining lines, in my hands All that I’ve found, are tracks of, different lines, passing by Just reminding me of my past Ripples of sound, beating my tired head Can’t seem to find a road without tracks But in my tired mind, I still feel everything I’ve known Lead me home White, surrounds the darkness Time, can’t heal the weakness I have lost…. words
