Category: The Path

The day is now done
Tomorrow, a ride ahead
Happiness, but fear

Drunker than a skunk
Every weekend the same
Once in four, a change

I see their mouths move.
Many promises coming;
hear, “It’s about me.”

Evening birds chirp
All that is left is to eat
Tomorrow seems here

Eyes closed in the fire
And I’m off soaring in flight
Again with the blaze