Decades on My Feet

Elevated to a space much needed Bathe in sun showers outside Everlasting steps in soil I’ll drag it out as long as I can Blood pumping through the cloudiness That weighted feel takes focus Obtuse framing of mind Walking with that weighted feel of Let your thoughts drift away And carry every average day It seems the wind is on my side Let your grief lead the way And carry every average day It seems the wind is on my side Surely this is what I need I grind my teeth into powder Elevated in my breathing Bathe in afterglow outside Blood pumping through thе cloudiness That weighted feel takеs focus Obtuse framing of mind Running with weighted shoulders Let your thoughts drift away And carry every average day It seems the wind is on my side Let your grief lead the way And carry every average day It seems the wind is on my side Gravel in my step Designed to slow me down Perseverance takes the form of empty shell And when the dirt and sweat have all but washed away I stand clean I stand clean I stand clean Outside afforded me The luxury to get away I stand clean I stand clean

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Mar 28, 2026