Pain and other things that hurt

The Beaten Path

As I walk along this beaten path

I can remember it's younger days,

While it was a path it wasn't beaten.

No, not yet.

The grass slipped by the boundaries

The flowers standing tall

All hope rang out

Then it ran out.

The flowers lying dead,

The grass has retreated,

It's a truly beaten path

I remember it's younger days.

The younger glowing of wildness.

The path and I were in a haze of joy and youth.

The path fallen out of the haze

Dragging me out every time I sit here.

You would think I would never come back.

So have I.

But each time I also think

Never let this truly die

Sit here one more moment

As it comes back

Let the hope ring once more

And fall in love again with that sky

But the path is beaten

And so am I