The days are long. time is short
living, there is always time
tomorrow never meets the eye as the hours fly
naive to deny spoken words never made a difference
in this instance of inference
looking back in time was good
feeding my mind a lie
confused and misunderstood
halting progression of a footstep to slide
only to hide self doubt and oppression
moving toward a better profession
life gains speed picked up by
and kicked up by gravel
the gavel is broken