Wake up, get ready, leave, come back, sleep Wake up, get ready, leave, come back, sleep Like a giant loop, I follow the path. No real goal in sight, no real plan when I stop. It’s almost as if I’m sleepwalking, hell, I probably can sleep through most of my day and my body will still follow the path. But one day I’ll need to look back at how long I’ve been on this trail, and all the self destruction I’ve left.
I don’t know if I have any more with me or if I’ll return to the trail. But I do know that after such a long slumber, even if it’s just for one poem, it’s good to be back.