My hands are on my back and my shoulders,
the temperature is getting cold but my heart is so much colder,
I don’t have anyone to pick me up when I need some lifting,
but the empty whiskey bottles leave me with a good feelin,
as I ride down the long road,
my path of life,
I see something in the distance,
like a patch of light,
speeding while my tires have no traction,
I spin out, crash, and wipe the dust off,
now I’m backpacking,
the closer I get,
the light gets clearer,
I can see it’s a sign,
I slowly make the words out,
as I approach,
the sign reads wrong way turn around,
but I’m conflicted,
I know where I came from and I don’t want to go back,
see it’s lonely and when I turn around,
the road is pitch black,
I know that there’s a brighter future if this light is shining,
I know it’ll take a little more work,
The destination has to be in the distance,
My legs won’t let me come up short,
The hustle and grind embedded in my genes,
Can be confused with stubbornness and ignorance,
And I’m not sure what that means,
Is this road continuously getting longer,
Is all hope forever lost,
I’m going to just keep going,
My strength will just keep growing,
I can just imagine the feeling of relief,
It has to be soft,
I’ll get back to you when this is over,
But don’t hold your breath,
This is not a story of regret
but overcoming adversity and finding peace