Thursday, March 30, 2017

All I Can Do

Mad dogs are running about. Nipping at my heels. Tearing off small chunks of my flesh.

I am older now. Not quite as fast as in the past. More often than not, blood is shed.

But I keep moving.

Looking over my shoulder with less frequency now; I learned that what is behind me is meaningless.

All that matters is what is ahead - and there is not enough.

Heart pumping, lungs burning, dreams fading but still visible.

All I can do is try.

1 comment:

  1. I miss you brother. "We got no future and no past. The present is the only thing that lasts." (Donkeys; Shines)