The days of glory gone past
Or are they truly yet to arrive
Running past the unknown crowd
Few faces familiar to the falling lids
Clasping the arms of a stranger
I brushed past another lot
The shadows close by
Trying to hide their existence
Reality of birth intermingled with fear
I shed light on my path
Ample sheath of pain and tears
Drowning away the agony of the future
I chose to stay ahead of the lover and the priest
The unknown territory my carved out niche
Rum mingled with fear, I drink it all
Brush past the daily trials with faith and nudging dread
The love of journey and craze of the destination
Keeps my adrenalin at an all time high
