Talent badfknchad

Walking by the Tracks Trying to Beat the Train

By badfknchad | 2003

I was beginning to feel depressed and mean.
I was driving back across town with no money.
the warning light was on.
and i was pushing it.
Over the bridge, where your house used to be,
i looked down at the parking lot that's there now,
and i instantly thought, it's really going to get bad.
But then i smiled.
I could see us sitting there.
Dreaming up our insane, little devious plans.
You, the mentor
Me, the wide eyed kid.
Someone parked just about where the porch would've been, and i know somewhere, you must have laughed.
I sure did.
We were the funniest human beings who ever lived
The cars ahead of me started to move, so i did too
But i looked back one more time.
And i felt better, things hadn't gone to hell,
they had just changed.
Like they always have, and always do.
And i realized we will always be there.
In that parking lot.
On that porch.
Dreaming of the silly things,
while living through the serious shit.
Just laughing like kids,
without a care in the world.