AK North

You young son of a bitch.
I remember the day after you
Got that mark that's still not healed
On your nose. You have style;
You never waver in the way
You spend your while.
I'd pick any day to play along.
Laughing, you were always laughing.
Looked for the best place
To park your thoughts.
Costly a deal it's been
Watching time go by without
Sharing a drink, or a warm talk.
It's been a rough one far away.
Never felt defeat so much
As I've felt these days.
Used to know a secret about this place.
Now I don't know shit.
I wander aimless along old roads
Or hide away in quiet rooms
To kill the time. I shop for steel tip
Darts online because I once
Had some fun playing fucking darts.
Darts, mi amigo, it's quite sad.
Not shit compared to the times we had.
Brief, too brief it all was.
First the latch came loose,
Then the coyote stormed the coop.

Been a lark all my damned life.
Waver to the serious nature,
Constant giver to the happy and serene;
Perpetual loafer to the easy ways.
My days are numbered in that game.

Might have to find out something big.
Possibly I'm bade to get at the grit
Of some great feat surmounting
My life with speed. I can no longer ignore
Plain facts: the comeback story
Of my life.

Stuck in a secret love inside this broken old town I used to tramp about.
Not the same since my youth left me.
Found out how growing up can grab you and hold you to certain standards. We cling to that which we feel the most love.
I think I was always born to be an outsider. Took me a lot of changes to know this. Took some brave execution of my heart to push certain standards away. But I'm not ungrateful for the outcomes.
However bitter the wine the effect is so suited to be the same. I'm destructive. Drunk on the abyss of moments like this. Kids used to play about but the kids grow up and wonder why it had to change. I wonder how it changed so fast, because that was just a moment ago. And in a moment this too will pass and become a different outcome, again and again.

Legs get cold if you don't stretch them. Hearts get cold if you forget them. Friends get weary if you don't call them.
I might be lonely in the end. But I'll always pretend.