Nearly Over

January 14, 2018

Thoughts pried open, releasing the mouldy past
Too long these have made a home
Your tenancy is up and it’s time to go
No longer excuses will tie me down
Keeping me shackled down to your sordid intentions

Not much left to go
Let go of those chains
One call and it can spell the end of my beginning
Always at the starting line waiting for the gun shot
Fales gazes and testing phases still my own self from moving

No more, those locks don’t work
I know the combination
All bagged with blank tags
Rusted and broken you are not welcome any more

< Check in, Peace Out

Never Again >