Ides of March

Who
Ever said that footprints
Were the good
That we’ve left behind us?
And I know, I know
That if you shut the window the salt still seeps in
And I know, I know
That if you seal a memory, the blood still stains
And that’s why we sing
The Ides of March
Will long ago
Be aware of my past
And it shall all sing along
I can not trust my eager conscious
To stop and wait for faith
And just strum along
Well
There’s really nothing left
For me to say
Because voices
Echoes off of waves
Of our mistakes
And I know, I know
That if you shut the window the salt still seeps in
And I know, I know
That if you seal a memory, the blood still stains
And that’s why we sing
The Ides of March
Will long ago
Be aware of my past
And it shall all sing along
I can not trust my eager conscious
To stop and wait for faith
And just strum along
Philosophy
Wearies me
And I
I think too much
Wisdom comes with age
But I will, I will
Just have to wait
If I could grow up to be
One tenth of my Grandfathers being
Nothing would be left in me
For
Accomplishing
The Ides of March
Will long ago
Be aware of my past
And it shall all sing along
I can not trust my eager conscious
To stop and wait for faith
And just strum along