Only consistency in your periphery,
Is fear and the bridge of your nose,
And as you move about, you learn to tune them out,
But they say they continue to grow,
Fear of the past and relative pain,
Future’s coming fast, you’ve got nothing in the tank,
In a season of purging things you used to love,
Everything must go.
Make an oath then make mistakes,
Start a streak you’re bound to break,
When darkness rolls on you,
Push on through.
Then before you know, you lose some people close,
Forcing you to manage your pace,
Found your capacity for love and tragedy,
Embracing how things always change,
You’ve had your turns with relative pain,
Little less concerned when there’s nothing in the tank,
In a season of lessons learned in giving up,
You learn what you can and can’t take.
Add some years, build some trust,
You start to feel your eyes adjust,
When darkness rolls on you,
Push on through.
You don’t quite mind how long red lights are taking,
Your favorite song was on the oldies station,
You have it down, that old fight for survival,
You’re in the crowd at her first dance recital.
