you write a word, tell a verse, end up saying the worst of the worse. You build em up, knock em down, coast to coast, town to town, ever after, ever more, some words intense, others sophomore. My silence is all i can count on in these ever turbulent times. Tomorrow brings another day, however yesterday was mine. I was younger, stronger, faster, i had a hunger and i could blast through, the trials and tribulations that came across my station, blazed a trail through the nation, now i feel older, much less bolder, a former shadow of past glories, no more tales, no jack a nory, living on golden stories. You may not see me pass your door, you may not see me any more, my life is mine, there is no time, memories are crystaline, but i ain't fine. You built a hedge that edged the wedge of greed, a steed of tranquility, a fore sight that was forgot, when the world we bought was shot, and dragged and beat and caught between the heathen dreams of nothing more and everything, a wail of comtempt is left or are our feels now exempt. You took the ride, to the other side, left me gagging, breathless on my side, a remnant of what has gone, today you sang my song of whats gone wrong. but yet im here, still plodding along, i raise a glass to the class of less, god bid, god bless their aching hearts, shattered to dust like glass shapen darts, and on and on and on into the dark.............