I walk back home,
On the road,
Heavy and slow,
Dragging a load.
Things I should've done,
and things I should've not,
Its all too much,
The weight of these thoughts.
I feel the frustation,
A job I missed.
And then hate myself,
A girl I should've kissed.
I pass by a boy,
Sitting on the side,
Fanning the coal,
Which burns with pride
He's got to sell,
All corn he has,
Or another night,
Of hunger will pass.
I pass by a mother,
Carrying her child,
The child is big,
And stares into the wild.
She wonders when,
He'll learn to talk,
Imagines the times,
When he'll be able to walk.
I walk past them,
Lost in thought,
Of what I should've done,
And what I should've not.