Down the Street

Down the street as we
pass the corner store,
we go along the side walk,
we hop over potholes
always there from before.

Our imagination takes hold
as our dreams take shape
of our ever elusive future,
but we don't see our nightmares.

Our muscles move without fret,
every step taken like its our last,
our conscious screams out
as our bones are flaming.

We see the road as a pasture,
we see the signs as great oaks,
but we cannot stop running,
for our plains play tricks.

One look closer and you might see,
the hummingbirds are dying,
the trees are aging,
it's not long till we realize-

Not everything seems to be...

The adrenaline pumps,
we run ever faster,
take hold of my hand
and I'll guide you to destiny.

And it's not long till we
believe, that everything is as
it shall always be,
But at least we always know,

It's never too late to think...

Down the street as we
pass the corner store,
we go along the side walk,
We now see things

We never saw before...