it was the best of times
The Divide
I still remember that sticky summer and how the southern air filled my lungs.I can recall its purity and how it made me feel so far from home.And I'm craving broken lines, street signs, long drives and another cheap ciggarette.I yearn for summer time, state lines, the Lehigh and a taste of a different life.My life moves at a faster speed.It brings the odds against me.If i wasn't waiting for the lottery, would I be where I want to be?I lost the right to apologize, I've wasted time, I can't confide in the things that I used to.I fear the 9 to 5, the work, eat, sleep, repeat and waiting for the week to end.My knees feel weak and my stomach turns, I see more cracks in my faceand by now I should have learnedto throw in the towel and wipe this sweat,accept my fate and put my dreams to rest.
From Letras Mania