It’s all that I can manage.

I feel the end,

Lingering around,

Sneaking around,

Waiting patiently,

For me to crumble.

 

But all I do is smile,

It’s all that I can manage,

With the messy roads,

And messy destinations.

I walk silently

Into the abyss.

 

Days crawl along,

Accompanying the loneliness,

Accompanying the madness,

Until the land ends

And the water

Is all that is left.

 

I feel the cold,

The warmth of my breath,

The rhythm in my veins,

The rhythm in my heart,

I feel it all,

Through the rocky roads

The downhills,

Or to the peak of eternity.

 

I feel it all,

No matter what,

For it’s all

That I can manage.