Working in to the sixth year of solitude
Grand scene of events pan out to a near loss
of faith in myself.


Memories history has been a shaky ride.
As if that represents any signs of progress,

look at us now.

Its all there

Falling through years of grown out hair.
Clock myself out and move on to a love
for your friends showing they care.


Hazy film of distraction
Is overridden by a positive reaction.