I've only ever had myself as company. It's given me too much time to bury in thought. Collectors of life, visited by death every night still. Future and pasts alike share their space in present. The wicks are thinning and the hourglasses are sinking in the sand. Some give out their welcoming presents while others recite their final words, there's a will in every way.
Down the winding road you meet friends and enemies, but I will die clear and clean. Broken every rule, hurt harder than anyone. Loved with all I had in this little, shattered heart. And anybody out there who told you different told the largest lie. My stature will never meet Mr. Potential, but at least he tried.