Oftentimes I wake confused
in a rut, hurt, bruised
sick of stagnant living
Day in day out
clock in clock out
selling all of my time
to a slow ticking clock
until it eventually defines me
These days have the same story
and they all just "go"
Sure the weather changes
what a great conversation starter
But don't you want to change
with the day and be gone the next?
I think more hearts belong on the road
than we let ourselves realize
I know mine does
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
Oftentimes I wake confused
in a rut, hurt, bruised
sick of stagnant living
Day in day out
clock in clock out
selling all of my time
to a slow ticking clock
until it eventually defines me
These days have the same story
and they all just "go"
Sure the weather changes
what a great conversation starter
But don't you want to change
with the day and be gone the next?
I think more hearts belong on the road
than we let ourselves realize
I know mine does
Missing the road. Tours are fun.
