It seems we’ve been down this road before, all others prove to be nothing more than such a bore. On and on we overanalyze the same scenario in our heads. Which only leads to chain smoking cigarettes in our beads. At half mast our flags are raised. And on our journey we continue to remain dazed. Not sure where we’re headed but damn sure about the footsteps that we’ve treaded. One poorly laced shoe, placed in front of one another, but no worries because we’ll always have each other. We’ll let go of our insecurities. Only our own souls searching do we aim to please. But in the end, none if it ever really mattered. We’ll leave this earth with our belongings torn and tattered. Just as the way that it all started, we try to end as it began, not alone and profoundly full-hearted.