standing in the sunlight I shadow the land
on the edge of moonlight dragging feet in the sand
sitting on the curbside in dust and car exhaust
waiting for a last ride and counting out the cost
living on the sad side with limits in my head
turning to my bad side I lay here feeling mislead
tripping down the staircase to find the way outside
slipping on the sidewalk to a road I need to ride
in this land of empty promises and imminent escapes
hardened like my callouses enduring my mistakes
if I could bring myself to solve some of life’s lessons learned
maybe then I’d feel that all this doubt would soon be overturned
turning to the distance and mirages still to greet
in my path of least resistance trying not to show defeat
writing out my testament in the colours not perceived
tearing down my tenement to deny what I believed