Way't...
Way't...
Slow to the music, fast to the times
I admit a few memories of stepping over a dollar to pick up the dimes
Money never a part, the places I saw worth while
I keep close to heart, fondly daunting with a smile
Luck more than most of my adventures, the moments ended well enough to recall
Always wondered about the saying, the rise before the fall
Have to admit, these days those thoughts are forgotten
Their fears & worry, are all decayed & rotten
I don't mind the ruins I ran from, or the paths I decided to trace back
I did what I wanted, what I thought was right, for that, I feel I can give myself some slack
To those who knew me more than a friend
Trust me, what if situations need no longer weigh heavy, my back no longer wants to bend
Hearts broken, heal with time, words so tenderly spoken, aren't worth a dime
Somehow I found friends among people who before, I wouldn't give a day
My resolve hasn't weakened, I've jus become docile when bearing my teeth before getting carried away
Such a life, I can honestly say, I don't have with regret
At least for what is, & will be, there's nothing yet...
Opinions never truth, plans ever open to unknown change
Life still priceless, the amount for what it is ever strange
So, for now I keep to the trying side of what I feel & find
Subtle each step, I forget where to begin, ever wandering in mind
Daydreams it seems guide this body into troubles of opportunity & chance
For everything to be or not, I go slow into that fated dance
---Thanks for reading---
---Always---
(Written listening to: The Band - the weight)