trampled

Reflected in these words are days that won't change... ages that drag on and on, until the softer points are unrealized.

I used to walk with gentler steps, paces placed with the awareness of their every sound; sounds that made their way into my mind, and spoke of their deeper truths. Time and freedom were intertwined, and the only thing to pull at me was the desire to continue on. This lies in thought and memory now, both set in their decay.

We all wanted to change the world somehow, each in our own chosen way... each on the same chosen path, but each called by different names. And the song sounds in, and the heart cries out, as we're left to stand alone. This is your life, you're over now; this is who you've become.

And now all you are.