Worn tennis shoes hit pavement on repeat,
Broken records from the past droned like it was meant
To last, all moves so fast, say you just need a little
More,
A few more seconds,
To strike a chord,
To rest and recover, mourn your loss, move on, don’t stop now.
Like a broken record, words and voices repeat and live forever.
Nothing is ever truly lost.
It plays on even when we move on,
Rubber soles hit the cement every day,
Broken records always play,
Leave them in the dust,
Sometimes this is easier said than done.