Crushed stones in summer will make a certain sound
Turned directions I did but turned not around
When old worn tires that roll wearily, always near flat
As this time, I learned, on a near stump did I sat
Only to tell the truth is what I am bound
I’ll give what I give, no lie, no false sound
To think and ponder of what should have been
The lives of the friends blown off by the wind
Case in point, the craziness of Sophie and Heather
A softer voice from a girl, you never have met her
Either one with a look could stop your heart cold
Where are they now, one was bought, one was sold
Meredith, on a bleacher, the day that we met
You shine like a fire, the hottest I bet
Time won’t put you out, won’t set you aside
But how to explain, that time’s not on you side?
What were you thinking Max, what’s in your head?
The thought that confused you, there you lay dead
You thought you did good, like a giving a hand
But now you are cold, cold like soft desert sand
Can I mention the girl that I speak of no more
She came and she went but unlike before
This time she stayed, stayed way too long
How could she think what was right was so wrong?
In dreams I run although I am confused, I am late
In clothing not wanted, tell me why they can’t wait
Every year, every day, we met and we talked
From here to there, not alone, not me, you walked
Faces they change maybe as fast as a last name
Some disappeared on purposed, others chased fame
Time is all equal, for with money you can’t buy it
Looking back now, you can not deny it
Silence stopped only by light wind and the weeds
At times it’s so welcomed, it understands my needs
To let the feel of loneliness take me right in
To wash away pain, each day knowing when to begin
This road gets barren, rougher, drier, and narrower
The sounds though clear, get faint, must take care of her
For if I don’t and I come back to this lonely place
Without those feelings it become but a waste
The girl with the too skinny legs thought it was a joke
I said goodbye in summer, a boy he was broke
Till the pen said it all in way that poets would notice
Made tolerant, collecting things broken, whenever it sold us
Golden light, tolerable heat, and hiding from life
I chose to give it up, put it all down, can’t deal with strife
Some did on purpose; some never saw it coming
Some when not walking others while still running
Life is a cruel equalizer to some, taking off dead skin
The ones who lost, you know, are now those who win
The liveliest, the proudest, the smart are now dead
And the dead that once lived, are here, just as I said
The faces rearranged the names to forget
Look for the eyes because eyes never have yet
Changed with the darkness brought on by the light
I’d live it all again, so would they, together we’d fight
The hard way was easy for some or so they thought
With heads not clear they die, it was a feeling not fought
For the light in the head you can’t listen to it speak
Why you think what I recall is now what I seek
The road I spoke of, the one now a small path
Gets smaller and greener and the river a bath
The dust it covers anything that gets in its way
The dust of friends’ life, it just seems like a play
Carry a torch, the battle cry, loud must be sung
But thinking about this, it hurt, oh it tortured it stung
From a seat far away, so far as not to be seen
Then why must I carry it, as if still in my teen?
Turning around and turning back I now set in motion
A slow walk to the edge, just to peek, I have a notion
That the steps left here are not mine, too old to fit
And turning again to the dead end and dead stump, again I sit
