(It is time to part)
Time to drink alone again.
Time to focus, time for a cure.
What is around the next corner?
When living, day by day, becomes a challenge,
looking for a future seems like a good direction to take.
It all leads to the same place.
An ongoing race at a changing pace.
Walking into walls that I built there.
Creating illusions to face that stare.
My mind is no good at staying still;
it wanders off into abandoned thought,
dreaming of places I had long fought.
I cloak your face with relentless memories.
No matter the toll; I will pay the fees.
Now, all I can do is plea
that on warm fall nights,
you will not forget me.