Glide

As I walk by the familiar place, I stop to think
And watch moments pass away in disarray

Plagued by the demons of the past and the dread of tomorrow
I failingly try to hold on to the sand in my fist

Whatever is done cannot be undone
And the light at the end of the tunnel is nothing but a speck

The feeling of being at home is simply a memory
I try to build a bigger and better place for you and me

I hear a faint voice beckoning me
“The skeletons belong in the closet,
The future is just an illusion.
So don’t leap don’t dive,
Just Glide”