Thursday, June 9, 2011

The Same Walking Stick

We walked and we talked
Like there was no tomorrow.
You took the right turn and
I screwed up my life in the left corner.

We were separated by the thin lines,
The road I swear to never drive here again.
You were barely moving when the time got older,
I was there and saw all that happened. 

We were once young, but now look at us!
Nobody cares for whoever we used to be
Because now, we are equally the same.
The same grey hair, the same walking sticks.

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