I look back at what Ive done, but the road it crumbles,
How stable it was and looks, no wonder I stumble,
How my choices have wound and shaped this road,
How I struggle and fight under this worldly load,
Memories like side streets soon forgotten,
Feelings and thoughts with time turned rotten,
This road I tread breaks beneath my feet,
Oops my mind made me miss your street,
A cadence to all that walk their own path,
An elegy for those who couldnt handle the wrath,
My feet marching and marching, keeping time,
Stuck evermore thinking and speaking rhyme.
