the walk

It’s a crying shame
That things have to change
And the golden bubble bursts
Walking the street
Recognizing your feet
As someone that you used to know
Wrap up the snapshots
Throw them away
Make your way to a show
Order a drink
Don’t stop to think
Of the days that you used to know
Alabaster stone lions telling the truth
The truths that you don’t want to hear
Black marble walls
Flashing it back to you
Take the walk again next year