Back n forth...

Swinging in the sunset sitting on the porch... Thoughts of a life lived is a crave of wanting more... As age tells the body it was worth every fuckin second spent... For the reflection alone has its very own story as it went... It was long... Yet shorter than it could ever be thought... Having times where alone dragged out n being in luv swept up memories gathered for self to hold tight... But that's life... Sitting in a stare on why it tends to turn out differently than what the heart wants... N it isn't until it doesn't matter when the mind throws in the gloves... As the creeking sways back n forth jus thinking about where one had been... Without anyone to share a single tear with when poking at the ribs... Jus watching the horizon change colors until the night does its thing... All the while drifting with the loneliness unable to breathe... Being too old for anyone's bs yet having a lil somthing to give... The solo rock goes back n forth content to be at peace with the grit... As the skin wrinkles n hands that have gone empty for so long... Being trapped in the head is a norm where one doesn't feel so lost... Bcuz when the day comes to rest there's no one left to lose... N that alone is with a chuckle to be amused...