Hard Reflections

Living today in the wake of yesterdays yesteryears, following the footsteps not walked for a while. Finding hope in the pages of time unwritten fearful that hope is all for nothing Offended by all of the offenders that crowd my sullen day All along the way I know in advance that the way I've lived most is the last way to live, knowing the way is hard to find when the days amount to nothing. Production slows as the motion becomes all to apparent, apparently just going through the motions.