Fall

July 8, 2025

the lines in the sand...

they disappear,

one by one.

covered by miles of mud

they call my name,

begging for life,

dead set on tracks

I try and crawl back.

whatever it means

I can't take back...

all I've done 'til now,

was it worth the trouble?

the lines in the sand,

they have disappeared.

I'm on my own now.

all choices I've made

has to stay,

not vanish.

its weight crushing me down

like concrete roads and broken dreams,

this is all I made,

all I have...

what did I ever meant?

dust the shelves off yesterday,

and start over.

bring me back nothing

but guilt and shame,

all without fashion.