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.