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Press On
Its cold outside,
all I have is this light blanket for warmth
It's not doing the best job to keep me warm.
My feet are cold and you are no where to be found.
Its like I woke up and you suddenly disappeared.
a second ago we were all snug and comfortable
now I am in a daze trying to figure out to why you may have vanished
I have been robbed of my safekeeping in the middle of the night.
since then sleep hasn't gone according to plan
what am I thinking I cant sleep without these pills anyways.
I blame you tho,
you took away my comfort and threw it away as you hit the road,
I am stuck in the wake of your aftermath and destruction
trying to put these ashes together to form fragments and pieces
to repair what you have disintegrated
Its a devastating effort my rebuilding is just making this pile of ruble
less livable. I am stuck in the middle of it.
besides this blanket these smoldering hot ashes are all that is keeping me warm tonight.
I am loosing this battle I am stuck in the wilderness far from home.
Where did you go? I miss you so.
But I know You are not coming back
press on I guess. My feet are blistering from this long road.
My shoe souls are worn and socks are tattered and torn.
this muddy road is a hard road to trudge through,
what I would do for just a little more comfortable equipment
on this road of life.
I am already alone and trudging in the unknown in the dark.
trying to get to my destination.
witch is so far away.
I wrapped my blanket around me and kept the ashes
I got to keep moving and make a name for myself.
I am not sure how but It will happen.
I will continue to walk this lonely deserted muddy abandoned road.
because I know the other side of it is beautiful.
All I desire is beauty, in sound art and people.
I will find it, I can hear my name echoing up ahead on this road.
I will bury your ashes here with no regrets and press on.
Its so close I can almost taste it.
