Young

Kicking back in the salt and the sand
couldn’t help bring it down
to the dust and the bland
I undid my chances.
In the heat of the moment,
i grabbed your hands and the rest,
then your other hand.
I undid my chances.
I’m in the ditch,
you’re right on track.
I held myself back,
to keep an eye on your back.
I need a sense of despair to go on.
Never did happiness get anyone anywhere.
I like a kick in the teeth,
like a pain I’ll never meet,
I’m living up my walk in the park
over the numb over the norm.
And i can see the light
at the end dimming
despite travelling,
we’d better get comfortable
with these bricks
with these walls.
Could it be carefree
considerate, eternally young?
You undid your chances.