monday, december 6

it's hard to say where an end begins
but looking back down the months and years
you can't help drawing lines
looking around, you can't help wondering
where you'll draw them later on

when so and so got fired;
when they signed to a major label;
talking shop over coffee;
the first time you walked out the door on her anger;
that time in the car by the side of the road

it'd be easier to stop chewing on the past
if you thought you understood the present
but no matter — it only takes so many bridges
before you start to suspect they're all
made for burning

p1k3 / 2010 / 12 / 6
tags: topics/poem