Broken dreams and empty bottles
make for interesting conversation,
but hardly are a life to live by;
I can see my life as it wheels past
on a busy sidewalk
in the deep heart
of some nowhere suburbia;
I can't help but laugh at myself
and the wreck I made of my life
as I strolled through without a care,
but those careless times caught up with me at last;
and empty bottles are the legacy
I will leave myself
if I can't remember
how to fill them back up again. |